so, i just don't have much to complain about. Judah is six weeks old now, and I think I am pretty much over the unexpected events on his birthday. I mean, over, as in, I can think of other things, and I don't want to tell everyone I see.
well, i could complain about how tired i am. so tired, that i can't think of anything to complain about. or remember what i just wrote. man, am i ever tired. (see what i did just there? i know.)
i'm anxious for some solid sleep, which will produce, solid, SOL.ID. blogging. Oh yeeeeeaaaah. Solid.