I'm trying to think of what I do with my time these days. I go to work. If I'm lucky, I walk to Dean & Deluca to ogle the cakes and flowers at lunchtime.
I come home and unpack a box, have a glass of wine, order a new lamp.
Milo's new sleeping routine leaves much to be desired—at least for me. He wakes me up between 5 and 6 in the morning. Even so, I find it tough to get to the gym and age, gravity and the drawer of gummies at my desk are taking their toll.
Soon, I'm promising myself, I will complete my book proposal. The holes in the apartment will be filled. I will be back in a rhythm that is alternately exciting and soothing. For now, I have to just go with it.