Only Living Boy in New York

I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile.

And nurse baby and sit at the computer. But otherwise, Paul Simon's lyrics are highly applicable these days. I have no idea what's going on. And I'm glad. The other day, I got a phone call from Mayor Slay's campaign. Could I support them March 3rd? I told the woman on the phone, honestly, that I didn't even know he was up for reelection already. A far cry from the moment to moment anxieties the election produced in me last fall.

Half of the time were gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know where.

Kept waking up last night, not to baby (although I woke up for him too) but to nightmares. I don't tend to have them--I mean the kind where you wake up shrieking, sitting up already, freaking out. Playing on basic fears--seeing movement in the mirror and realizing it's the glint of a knife held by a man come to murder us all. Or, my favorite, careening off cliffs while driving recklessly with friends and family going down into the trees with me. Yummy stuff. The second wasn't so horrible as the first--it was obvious as I woke up that I wasn't falling down a cliff in the driver's seat. But the first one was based on the idea that I saw the movement in the mirror above our fireplace, sitting up in bed. It's harder to tease out truth and reality in that case.

Decorated church (or, really, undecorated) for Lent; wasn't even that clear on the idea that Lent starts tomorrow. Really, kind of living in a fuzzy haze. But I don't feel like I'm in a haze. Just when it comes to life outside this house.