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There is an episode of Grey's Anatomy, where Derek Shepard, is faced with an impossible tumor. All the other doctors believe, as he did initially, that in order to remove it he would have to clip the cord and paralyze the patient. The patient, Issac, is a well loved hospital employee and he is very wise. (Or well written. Potato potato.)
He tells Derek to "Go home, sleep on it. We'll talk more tomorrow."
And that pretty much sums up my day.
It poured. C went to school and learned about the letter O. M cried for two hours straight. I thought I was losing my mind from the crying. And that's about how today went.
After bedtime, when I was supposed to be cleaning the house for our play date tomorrow, I popped online for a few minutes. M's Godmother had posted an article about this artist, Emma Lindström. She does these marble like paintings and for real if someone has $3000 they want to spend on some art for my house, I'll take Yuga because I love it.
This painting speaks to my soul today. It's a beach. It's mica. It's happiness. It's heaven. It's fascinating. I cannot stop looking at this and gleaming some other new insight. It feels like how today felt. Full of promise.
"Go home, sleep on it. We'll talk more tomorrow."







