Eleanor is sick. The doctor said she has an ear ache among other things.
I set aside this week to prepare for school but it hasn't worked out. Yesterday I was in quite a bad mood about this, but today I'm slightly more philosophical (but still stressed).
Eleanor is asleep now so I have time to do this. Time is a tricky customer. One day the little girl who clings to me for comfort will be an old woman.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near:
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast Eternity.
