The transition to sorta retired continues here in our little world.
My travel last week has caused a bit of a setback, it seems, and this week Basil was back to asking me each day, “What are you doing? Are you home with me? Can we have lunch? What would you like to do? Can I show you” XX or YY thing?
Although the words are different, I find myself using the same tone and approach I did with Catherine when she was little: “I. Am. Working.”
The third day’s the charm. Today, there was far less fussing than on Monday and Tuesday about what I was up to. Midday found me furiously clacking away at the keyboard and Basil doing this:
I’m declaring a win.