Cheese Cake

She went to bed last night totally exhausted. We did a bout with bad dex induced heart burn about 1:00 a.m. A roll of Rolaides later, a pyramid of pillows and an hour and a half later sleep came again. Much needed restorative sleep.

I was up at the crack of dawn and out the door for a busy day. She slept late and woke up wanting to have dinner at the Cheese Cake Factory. She was able to go to the office with mom on the bus and then we went for dinner. She is back in bed. 4 good hours. Not bad. It is the little steps and the short moments.

I had a hearing in Snohomish County and as I was reentering down town a sea gull lost it's feather. It's action as it fell to ground was not what I had expected. It remained vertical in the air, the quill side pointed down. It then twirled and instead of going down to the ground in the predictable tornado type action, began to sort of slide sideways, almost like taking steps to the side and then down a bit. The feather traversed the entire intersection before it finally landed. No one appeared to notice.

It was a good visual lesson about our journey. It is not a journey in a particular direction but rather a jerky and unpredictable path on twirl at a time. The one thing that is certain is the eventual landing. We will get there. Where or when we land is another matter.