I’m kind of addled right now.

We were up late last night with the birth of our third grandchild (first granddaughter). She’s beautiful, as is her mother, as is her mother’s mother, as is her mother’s mother’s mother — all of whom were there last night.

I have no memory of having done so, but I apparently wrote and posted a poem this morning. I’m pretty sure it was me though, as it concerns an event that happened to me.

I do remember going to work out this morning. I managed to get through that.

I am terrible with babies, I’m always afraid I will break them. I’m dead clumsy.

Everything in the last 20 hours feels like a dream, possibly because I’m 95% asleep.

The other 5% is just addled.




Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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