In which I skip out on Instagram and Facebook for the month of March but still allow myself the internet.

It’s Friday, Day 8. The Child and I journeyed to the netherworld that is Costco where the people were friendly but today’s samples were subpar.

I didn’t have the heart to remind her that today would have been her dad’s 51st birthday. I cannot imagine him at 51. These days, it is increasingly hard to imagine him at all.

Life moves forward apace. It is snowing outside, and my boo is on his way over. We will watch the flakes fall and eat pizza, then go to sleep early after a long week.

Just five more days of 47 left. Not sure how I will spend my birthday; thoughts?