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The shape of daily life.

Sleep, interrupted.

Every hour. Every single hour, he woke up (stomach ache? teething? All he kept saying was, “Hug! Want a hug!”) Does the word derailed have meaning for you? Because that’s how I feel this morning. Or like all of my cells are zinging, vibrating at some near out of body frequency, my pulse quick from […]