Things are sweaty. That is how I would describe most aspects of my life right now, right down to the baby. All day I am covered in a thin layer of sweat, grime and responsibility that makes life generally uncomfortable. Then I come home to an avacado-less house and I think "this is not my beautiful life" I make the boy his omelette and keep moving I guess.
I must be vigilant. I must not forget to tend the fire. But it is a lonely job right now.