brights

Out and about today, trying to talk my significant other into a pricy kitchen table ... he is, at this point, not entirely convinced. I myself have started to think of everything in terms of percentage of our children's various tuition costs and, is whatever it is, really necessary etc... but have had my beady eyes on this for a good three years. Picked up my son's framed Hall photos from university at the gallery right next door and spotted these on the wall - just so darned cheerful. Then spoke to aforementioned child who is not at all well with sore throat and 5,000 miles away. Suddenly that table is of no import whatsoever and I just wish I could tuck him in and kiss him goodnight. And find a cure overnight. Agonising. And I do not feel cheerful at all any more. Yeah, he'll get better, it is cold comfort knowing I can do nothing to relieve the here & now.