Back into the fog routine. They sent out the email for school balloon Valentine-a-grams so I called the school and ordered 13 for his birthday to be delivered today and delivered the glazed donuts for my mom's nurses yesterday. This sweatshirt he opened for his present early, marched up and down our road, cheeks flushed and head tilted balloon-ward. He caught snow on his tongue while I delivered babies at work. I wore myself out and slept after I came home from the hospital with my mom at 2:45 am. We set around the room with bowls of CafeRio and chips until Mom woke, and hoped for another day of the same.
