Snow’s sprinkling fine sugar upon this first full day of spring, but we all know its shaker is almost empty, so what the hell. You’ve lost, cold and snow. Spring’ll be here soon, like it or don’t.
It is also M’s birthday and the 10th anniversary of the day I quit smoking cigarettes.
Today Andy and I take Jonah to his pediatrician, the one we switched to because his specialty is autism. I’ve got my spare pair of glasses on in case Jonah flips out (like he did last week when we took him to the psychiatrist and switched his meds from rispersdal to trileptal in yet another attempt to get the right drug to help him).
Jonah drums in his sleep sometimes.
And he’s been limping on and off, to add to the myriad of mysteries to solve, and I’m hoping they can figure that out too.
Onward we push, into spring, into the unknown, into another decade of no cigarettes…
The Never Normal 