I Have Issues

I can't work today. It's impossible. I keep thinking about my guy. He goes to school now. He rides his bike and is learning how to write and knows everything there is to know about sharks. He doesn't fit in a silvery bag anymore. He still has princely hair and a temper, he still likes to kiss and won't eat anything that's touched a vegetable. But he is growing up. In November he'll be six. I can't grasp, even when holding him, that I have sixyearold son. I have issues and I cannot work. That's all I have to say today.

Leo would fire me if he could. There's no way a senior White House advisor could spend her working day blogging about non-issues. Or having them.