Day 153 - Pocket in time

I had the chance to be with lil dude for 24 hours by my lonesome. Our plan to have some help while my wife travels didn't pan out.

When I had a chance to get past the reality that I was alone with him, time was no longer present. Sure, there was sunlight and the cadence of his rhythm, but messages were left unanswered, pending work became immaterial, and by the end of his day, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

I'm now sat on the laptop, with a sense of dawning realization, that I'm no longer in that serene pocket in time. That so long as he sleeps, a cacophony of things that need get done will continue to assault and overload my capacity to give a shit.

Also, I had cereal for lunch.

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