This morning I woke up thinking about what I will say at a book reading.  It lead to me thinking a lot about Noah and my mom.  What would I do if Noah were more of a mixed bag?  It's not hyperbole to say that at this point in time Noah has given me the vast majority of good that is in my life.  He supports me.  He gives me endless freedom to amuse and entertain myself and the kids.  How could I be ungrateful?

My mom didn't see the abuse and I strongly suspect she felt similarly about my dad.  It's interesting to think about.

I'm supposed to be resting my wrists so that's all.  I'm lonely without typing.

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