We’ve instituted a weekly family Zoom meeting, and sometimes, like tonight, we forget about it until a family member texts saying, “7:30?” Then we scramble to our respective devices and chat until someone, usually me, says they are tired. Tonight as I logged off, Aaron was yawning, so I clearly wasn’t the only tired one. (I’m also frugal, so I only have the free Zoom account, so even if I’m not tired, the meeting will eventually be cut off.)

The idea of being tired makes me think about all the things I do in a day, and how once, long ago, I made a list and blogged about it. Yes, that’s right. In 2012, when the esteemed Barack Obama was still president and I had hope for the future of our country, I wrote down what I did one day in January. Reading the list just now exhausted me, and it brought me back to those fuller-than-ever days. When Ferdinand and Shadow were still alive. When most of my work related to domesticity. When Melina was three and a half, and Aaron had just turned seven the November prior, and the girls were set to turn ten in about two weeks. The kids were in two different schools with three different schedules, and I moved from dawn to dusk like a well-oiled machine.

Now, I’m a creaky machine, though I still move from dawn to dusk and not much past that.

On tonight’s Zoom, the kids asked, again, for me and Timmy to just write like we used to. About our days or what we’re thinking or what they do that amuses us or displeases us or makes us grow. And since I’ve always been a good student, I’m accepting the assignment. I won’t guarantee any prize-winning prose in these little ditties I put up from time to time, but hey, stranger things have happened. (Like me writing smut! Can you believe that one?)

As I always used to say, Stay tuned!

P.S. Kids, if I can swing it and for nostalgia’s sake, I’ll post here and on the old blog. You’re welcome.