We had planned a day out on Sunday. We thought that perhaps some time in the park, fresh air and such, would be a welcome diversion from the oppressive stress that's been hovering over us.
However upon reviewing the weather it became apparent that the remnants of Hurricane Erica or whatever it was named was bearing down on us.
The kids got me up early and I realized shortly after breakfast - WE HAD TIME.
I realized I might never actually talk to my mom again. That is really one of the most unnatural things I have ever considered in my life.
More distraction was required.
When the rain let up and the sun came up we did head to the park to take to the trails through the woods.
We followed the family tradition of hunting for mushrooms, a photo safari - our tradition from when we first moved here.
I don't know.
I just know that we played outside in the fresh air, and time passed and it was good. I don't know if I need time to speed up or slow down right now. I just know that it's not my friend, and I feel suffocated by it.