I've been sitting here trying to write this post for almost an hour, I think that probably defeats the purpose of "just write" and so now with just three minutes left before my self-imposed bedtime, I'm throwing in the towel. I give up. I would love to write something meaningful about my day. Something that made this day, this Monday, different, meaningful, special... something small but something I can find significance in and today I can't.
What I can do is tell you is I talked to a friend while Lucy and I went for a long walk. We walked for an hour and a half. She babbled away in her stoller pausing only occasionally to exclaim "wow!" and point to the sky as a bird swoops by. I was on the phone. I feel guilty talking on the phone around my daughter, maybe that's strange, maybe not, but either way today I talked on the phone with my friend. A friend I don't get to talk to often because work, children and other responsibilities tend to overide seemingly less important things, like phone calls with friends.