10pm at night and I just finished my last meeting. Hey, it's better than before daylight savings time ended and the same meeting was from 10pm-11pm.
Sharaun is out shopping. Some last-minute preparation for her mom's group tomorrow morning. This means that once again it's up to the music to keep me company. Presently I'm listening to a 1967 record by the Incredible String Band. Like I said yesterday, I've been on a somewhat erratic, dusty corners of the collection, thing this week. Cohen is, blessedly, asleep - as is Keaton but that's not what I want to write about.
He had a rough night tonight; his sleeping pattern seems to be shifting to later and he's developed a strong sense of object permanence lately which sees him arch his back and screech when Sharaun's not around. I can manage him through the trauma, soothing him and letting him focus on my face instead (I'm being serious, get that kid in a staring contest and he'll pass out while seemingly boring holes into your soul through your eyes). Sharaun did me a favor and hung out long enough to settle him so he wouldn't be hollering during my phone call (thus the late-night shopping).
Today at work I was reviewing my staff's "vacation calendar," a thing where we visually map out who'll be gone when so we can easily see where we might need some extra coverage or have a problem with thin staffing. Looking at it, I realized how very few working days I have between now and when we leave for Florida. This realization came with both glee and stress, as I'm really ready to be there and hang out with family but I also have a load of things to get done before I can do so with a clear conscience. I just looked at those blocked out days and marveled at where the year went.
Just a few more weeks and it'll be over. All of 2010. The year of our second kid; of making right with God; of loss and stability and comfort; of too many blessings.