… my family, and I miss this – the first snowstorm of the year. I can hardly complain: I’m at my uncle’s house – not only is he still alive (which a month ago was still a question) but we ate sushi together tonight, and it’s 50 degrees out at 8 pm. But still – I want to taste snow, and I want to lie on the couch and let Roo use me as his human belly-trampoline.
I always used to love travelling for work. It feels a lot more ambivalent now that I’m Roo’s mama.
(Photo courtesy of the Boston Globe)