And then there are days like today

When A. and I wake up and loll in bed for half an hour thinking up baby names (two is a lot harder than one, because they have to sound good together, sort of); and when I look out into the back yard while I eat my breakfast I imagine, a year from now, watching two little baby girls in sweaters taking their first bobbling steps; and I get a package in the mail from my friend Viva containing two of the kick-ass toddler t-shirt pictured above; and the babies are kicking and rolling and squirming all over the place; and I'm about to spend the afternoon writing, and the air outside is crisp and autumnal, and life feels pretty damned good.

Whereas yesterday, I was exhausted and out of it and blue, feeling as if my life, like some goofy cowboy's horse, had at some point walked out from under me, and here I was hanging onto a branch, feet dangling, wondering how long I'd be stuck like this. Only about 16 hours, as it turned out. Then, who knows how I'll feel tomorrow?