Well, actually, six, if you don’t count today (in-progress) and next Monday (day of delivery). Peyton is doing well; a little miserable, certainly. It’s hard to believe we’ve made it this far: Week 36. All of the struggles of the last six weeks have been such a challenge.
Three days left in the semester, as well.
I wonder, disconnectedly, if I will find an interesting way to write about the experience of being a father, in this first year. I feel like my life hasn’t had much that was unusually interesting in it, other than the divorce, and I’ve never been able to write about the divorce, in a way.
I think it’s easier to write at a slight distance, not about the things that are close to you, but about the things that are close to you — slightly removed. This is what animates Joyce’s “Dubliners,” for example. He’s writing about a city he loves, but at a distance, from exile and memory.