I wanted to call in sick. Maybe make a jar of raspberry jam. Read a book on the chair. Write a little too. That would have to wait for another day. I walked into the labor room and filled up the tub for the second time mom first thing at work. It was warm enough in the room to smell the clean towels, sheets and water. On the drive home from work, I remembered dinner. There wasn’t much in the freezer. Frozen blueberries, corn and peas, bread, popsicles, chocolate chips, pastry dough. Of course, I remembered crab that Marilee treated me to, for buying solar panels. Not dinner but brunch.
