1. The sun filters in through tree branches, through a window in need of cleaning, and a baby howls over the monitor.
2. He wakes with drama, with impunity, with a growing sense of lack of BAGEL, lack of MILK.
3. I ate a bagel every morning, during both pregnancies, and each of the boys loves bagels, no coincidence.
4. When I wake up, I'm glad it's not howling.
5. Wrote a whole other post that could probably turn into an essay; sorry, blog, you don't get to eat that one.
6. It's been four minutes; must address the howling, which has grown in intensity and lack of BAGEL.
7. Hard to concentrate, a bit.
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