Otherwise

This morning I woke up early, got breakfast for the two early leavers, ate some myself, then willfully tried to go back to bed (a mistake; I’m not very good at calling in sick). A bit later the two-year-old was at my bedside with haywire hair and a smile. It was Richard Wilbur who supplied the wake-up words: "love calls us to the things of this world." [note: Wilbur and I may part at the title, but it's a satisfying walk that far.]

Surely changing diapers and otherwise trying to help sheep safely graze are not the full comprising of my raison d'etre? But if so, it may be more than enough.