I dropped Luke off at school this morning and went to the dentist. Between the dentist and a meeting with a client I swung by to pick up the Crows from the printer. I grabbed half a bagel at the tail end of my meeting, picked up the kid, and put him down for a nap. When his head hit the pillow, I got to work prepping the Crow copies that go out to the submitters and and balancing the books so I could make my deliveries. I woke Luke up at 3:30 and threw him in the car with nap hair and a cookie. Three book stores later it was 5:15. We met Shawn for dinner at Steve’s in downtown Davis.
Whew.
Until I was sitting there with a salad in front of me, I had no idea how hungry I was. Right... lunch... Skipped that part.
After dinner, Shawn took Luke to the grocery store while I went to pointe class.
-My heart is in my shoes.
-You mean you love to dance?
-No, I mean my feet are so swollen I can feel my pulse in my toes.
-Oh.
After class, Shawn and I swapped cars and kid duty in the parking lot to the Art Center. He went in for a music performance and I brought the kid home for bath and bed.
House is quiet. Crow site is updated. I’m still wearing my sweaty leo under my clothes.
I blinked at it’s 10 p.m.
Quite a day.
But a new issue of Yolo Crow is officially released, now gracing the local bookshop shelves and winging your way, if you’re a subscriber. This one contains some eclectic prose, a handful of good poems, and a kick-ass cover designed by Dorothy Rosenberg.
And now I’m tired and I want a cookie.