Without

Minutes have passed since my last post, but it's after midnight, so technically a new day. I'll add a photo of Lyla on Sunday when I get back.

This is stupid: I'm procrastinating. After I finish packing I need to drive to get Julie some milk, cereal, and a donut for tomorrow morning when she wakes up after I'm gone.

On Sunday I will wake up in a hotel room without a baby or a pregnant wife to tend to. It will be a glimmer of a simpler time. I'll enjoy it immensely, and then I'll count the minutes until I'll be home.

But first I'll watch some TV.