Some weekends are magical; the last one felt that way. Other weekends are just okay, but maybe that’s as it should be. This afternoon, I had grand plans to go to the Conservatory of Flowers—a novel and beautiful activity that would give me a chance to take more photos (I’m running out of random nature photos to post here) and mark the day more strongly in my memory. Instead, I napped for two hours and cut my finger with a bread knife; hours later, it’s still throbbing. I did get a lot of sleep last night, and I did get a chance to record a few more episodes of Should We with Lisa. And Erik and I made today the day to order a few pieces of equipment for the baby. (Stroller, car seat, bassinet, diaper pail.) It wasn’t a soaring day, but it wasn’t a bad one. Days are allowed to be that way.