Me me me Time

A Lament

Let’s face it, I have me-time even when I sit with Burt. (How do you think these blogs get written?) Most of the time, there are no pressing and time-consuming needs.

There’s a little quiet conversation. It’s not challenging or sustained.

Often, it doesn’t even include me as Burt’s focused on some fantom friend. His aide and I love when he gets goofy and laughs at his own jokes.

There’s the feeding which feels good because giving food is a  nurturing act.

There’s sitting and listening and scrolling.

There are no more excursions into the park. Just weekends at home sitting.

So I have time. I have me-time. What I miss now is the we-time.