We went to the Grange Fair, just me and the babe, this afternoon and looked at pygmy goats and needlework, smelling the funnel cakes and just missing the pig races. Periodically someone would lose their balloon and it would float up crisp and clear and bright against the sky.
We came back for a moment's hello with Tim before he went to work. I had gotten his shift hours wrong and thought he left later ~ so the evening alone with Cedar began earlier than expected. This can still make me anxious. The not-getting-a-break. But it's working out. I'm stronger and more resilient than I know. We climbed into a warm bath and he got his first shampoo.