I had a pretty fair-sized body of writing going, but I had to scrap it because I didn’t feel like I could share.
My phone is almost out of juice. I haven’t charged it since midnight, because that’s when I got up to sleep on the couch. I don’t usually charge it downstairs. I probably should.
I used to call battery life “juice” in front of Desmond when he was a baby. So one day, he poured his juice on the iPad.
Very literal, Desmond.
He was so funny when he was little. Just thinking about him as a little boy is making me giggle right now.
This is a much better post than the one I trashed.
Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.