It's Friday, Issue #41

You can't ever find it/But you can lose it

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It’s before six am, the window a black square. I’m up early to be alone. Patrick is out of town for work, so I’ve been handling the kids on my own since Tuesday morning. I relish this morning peace more than I normally would, sitting in the quiet with my book and my coffee, with this Substack draft. In an hour I’ll have to shepherd three children through breakfast and getting dressed and the have-you-brushed-your-teeth-yet rituals, the harried “We’re leaving in four minutes!” announcement. But not yet.

The sun is rising now. The rain has stopped and the clouds hang heavy on the mountains. I say, “Look at the clouds,” and no one is awake to hear me. What bliss!

I thought I’d share some stuff I’ve been digging lately, and none of it is a product to buy (imagine that)…