Last night, Eleanor woke up crying 8+ times, averaging about once per hour. This is Teething, an endless saga of sleep deprivation, it seems. Her Mama tended to her during the first half of the night, then me. Finally, she & I got up at 7 and greeted the morning. As I walked past the coffee maker - "Hello old friend. I miss you too." Day 3 of Phase Two of the fast commences. Mama sleeps. Lester Young blows hot and cold. In our spare bedroom, our friends sleep with their baby boy. Behind the thick bank of fog and rain clouds, the sun also rises.
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