7.25 and not even on the train yet. I should be getting my coffee by now. I can hardly believe that i'm the same person who used to take the 6.10 train every morning. My life was scheduled to the minute... And it was easy!!! Sometimes so easy it was boring... Heavy. My life is still scheduled to the minute; but it's definitely not easy anymore. I'm not busy anymore; i'm buried. More tasks in a day than minutes. Sometimes I crave those utterly predictable, surprise-free, strangely comforting days when my life was simply mine, and if I missed a deadline, chances were i'd be the only one to suffer for it.

7.38 and i'm crossing the river. Summoning my strength for the sprint upstairs to the green line.

3.52. On my way home early because of the snow. Enough extra time to dig out the car and shovel the steps before I go to pick up Kassia.

I'm tired. I need to escape... Just for a day. I haven't had a whole day off since Kassia was born. If everything didn't hurt so much, it might be interesting to see how long I can go before I crack.