Rolling Over (Almost)

Soooo close. I think if it weren't for the thumb perpetually in your mouth, you would be rolling from your back to your belly. Your hips are ready. Your feet are ready. Your chest is ready, just blocked by your elbow - bent to keep your thumb in your mouth.

Push push push. Thumb break.

First Post - Inspiration

So, Tiff has been keeping a blog sort of as a letter to Adrian with what is happening and what she is feeling. She suggested I do the same. One of her former co-worker's relations (or acquaintances) mother recently died of Cancer. During her life, she kept a diary/journal of sorts written about her son's (the relation or acquaintance) life. When he received it, it was something to be treasured. Pretty cool idea!

So I am going to attempt to do something similar here. There is no expectation. Readership, meaning, deep thoughts are not important. Simply what I am thinking and feeling - and what Adrian is doing.