unscheduled time
Life is not what you'd call normal around here these days. There are not really patterns to our existence: no going to work, no regular mealtimes, no (emphatically no!) sleep schedule. The formlessness was not helped the past couple days by various medical exigencies, too tedious to relate, that affected everyone in the family but me. Everything is just up in the air.
Not that that's a terrible thing, now! It can be nice to lie around on the downstairs bed (still not put away after Oona's visit), with lunch and dinner there as part of the deal, or to stay up chatting until 1:00 in the morning, because who's going to get a real night's sleep anyways?! We needed that time to chat, since the regular evening part of the evening, say, 6:00 to 10:00, was taken up by Harvey crying and screaming inconsolably. Kicking, too. We all thought the world was ending, until I looked up "crying" in What To Expect: The First Year and discovered that it can get alot worse! That made us feel better. Then he stopped crying.
Midsummer contributes to the floating feeling. Still light at 8:30 or quarter to nine isn't conducive to regular bedtimes. The constant rain and clouds we've had this month, though, have made it hard to take any enjoyment out of the long evenings: when you need to have lights on in the house all day long, you don't notice as much. This evening, though, is about perfect in the weather department, and I expect to see many more perfect days to come. Look for us all in the hammock on the porch.