Zephyr ignores the laundry

Six.

A year later...Lincoln is 6.

Today I randomly decided to visit this abandoned little blog, just to see where I'd left off and how much it would take to catch it up to the present. Apparently I blinked and an entire year has passed. An. Entire. Year. Precisely. To the day.  I'm not sure if it is a poetic discovery or an ironic one. It is certainly a species of the parental. And the working. And the tired. And, well, the living.

'It has been a busy year' doesn't explain even a fraction of 2015. But here I am, in the very last hours of Lincoln's 6th birthday, looking at a new year fast approaching, and leaving it at that.