Tuesday is "self-pity" day. Every day is "miss my sons" day.

Today I need to drive up to see my sons and give them both a driving lesson.

I miss my sons. I miss them a lot. I worry about them and miss them and miss them and miss them.

I do not feel capable, today, of going into the 5 Ws. I just miss them and worry and miss them.

Once a week driving lesson is not enough for them to learn driving. But there’s more that goes with that story too.

And I miss them.

I want to be able to be there for them, make sure they eat, make sure they feel supported, motivated, loved. I want to be able to watch SFDebris with them. I miss them.

So this is not much of a daily writing exercise, because all I can say today is I miss my sons.