I'm trying to put two thoughts together.
Seems like I've had a swarm of thoughts lately. Like a cloud of bees. Each with a different hash-tag written on their backs.
My two year old comes, feet shuffling, saying in his cutest language, "I have a pwoblem". I cuddle and kiss his soft red hair. One of the lights on the Jeep is broken.
A month from now -- these things will all most likely be sorted out.
But for now, I have to take this overwhelming mess of thoughts and just do the next thing. Let's go inside -- they play a little Starfall, I work on my Africa slideshow.
And soon, hopefully, many things crossed off my list.