I'm getting used to a new way of life. Well, I'm living a new way of life, and I have no other choice than to get used to it.
This new way of life involves multiple attempts at naps, some of which are successful, some of which are not.
It is a life wherein the most modest of goals are sometimes impossible to accomplish.
It is a life where I have so little control, I hold fast to the things I still do control. A made bed, for example. A shower. Two things I never before had such interest in.
It is a life that juxtaposes the truly dispiriting with, when she rests her little self against my chest, the truly transcendent.