We were off schedule last week. Roozle and I missed our afternoons together. I missed my morning driving meditation because we drove together. Dinner was late. Roozle watched more shows than I wanted to hear. The Olympics became a habit each night, taking away my only writing time.
But we’re back.
Back on schedule. Back to lattes and a snack sometimes after school. Back to quiet meditation in the car in the morning. Alone. And singing with Roozle in the afternoon. Back to more time for dinner, more time to put frozen things in the oven and sit on the couch even.
Back to the imperfections of the schedule we know. And even a few paragraphs of writing with my latte while Roozle practices her lowercase letters on the iPad. It’s good to be back.