Excuses.

March 8th would have been my Dad's 61st birthday.  I wanted to write something, but my baby got the stomach flu.  Today, he alternately slept or was clingy, while my 2.5 year old was hyper and tantrumy, apparently feeling a little neglected as I snuggled his sick brother.  So all I have is this sorry excuse for a haiku:

Thursday, March the eighth
Dad would have been sixty-one
A very sad day.

I will endeavor to write something better tomorrow.