theatokos | (no subject)

Today I woke up and felt like I had been hit by a bus. But in the good way. Once I rolled out of bed (literally, so as not to wake B) I felt optimistic, like I had turned a corner. Bennett is thriving. His nasty tooth sized blood clot/blister thing fell off yesterday afternoon and he looks like he is healing up just fine. I'm letting go of the accident more. Getting a bit more settled in here in the hot but blissfully quiet suburbs.

Prepping for the interview on Sunday is energizing. I'm so excited. Even if I don't publish this (and I can't imagine I won't find an outlet for it!) the conversation is guaranteed to be interesting.

Tonight Adam and I are going to hear William Fitzsimmons. I will probably turn into a pumpkin at the late hour, but I thrill at the very idea of going to hear live music in a small venue.

The night will kick off with a bomb of a dinner: I am going to make

snowcalla's Tater Tot Casserole.