I am posting this from my bed.
Christopher is sitting beside me finishing up his work.
The girls and their cousin, Ren, are in Eden’s bedroom having a beach party. They are all in bathing suits and reclining on towels enjoying a snack that Lydia rustled.
Jack is sleeping on the floor beside my bed, tucked into some blankets by one of the children.
Paul is flying home from Thailand, probably approaching Chicago.
Since I began Christopher has finished his writing, Ren hit her head and ran in her screaming, I’ve received two phone calls and been invited with Christopher to the beach party. French techno pop is playing. We’re going to go.
Pictures might follow.