No real excuse other than life.
It has not been so hot.
The wonderful parts are that we moved back to NYC and that all of the kids are healthy.
In the last month and a half my father in law and Paul Farmer died. Suffice it to say that these have been huge losses that take up every minute of the time we did not have.
J's school turned out to be a military prison and I am now scrambling to get him OUT and into a decent public school for next year.
M needs to motivate and activate and get into college mode.
My job is less than good and I am paralyzed. In early January I was definitely quitting; COVID swabbing was preferable. Now I am almost certainly doing nothing of the kind; I have no more bandwidth to do anything. I will stay stuck. Cute at 46. I will do my best and try to learn and in 6 months or a year motivate to leave.
On a happier note, here are some recent F lines:
Abuelo R-your name sounds like Ravioli. I am going to call you Ravioli.
After a day at the beach, pool, and playground..
Me- ¿No estás cansado?
F- I am 2% tired.
Do you know there is no such thing as magic? It's atoms!
Can I have a chocolate chip cookie?
Sure.
Like 19.
