At the Touch-a-Truck festival this weekend, the Critter enforced the law …
The festival was the beginning of a weekend in which we did much too much too much. By midnight on Sunday, I was throwing up (thus no Monday links this week, among other things).
Some time before the barfing began, I realized that more has changed with the birth of the Gnome than I have acknowledged. I haven’t felt anything like the radical break from my previous life that I did when the Critter was born, but still. We’re creating new rhythms — and, to some degree, new relationships — with each other. We need to be gentler with ourselves, gentler with each other.
Which includes not walking, walking, walking all over Brooklyn — and even parts of Manhattan! — over the course of a weekend.