poop and other starts to the day

I got our youngest from our room without J knowing it. The last couple nights have been great given I have been home without my night being a surprise. When I get home during the week, J has been known to be on the couch waiting while D sleeps in the kitchen where we keep her swing. J rarely awakes when get home and is mean if she does wake, though she rarely recalls anything once she's REM sleeping until being up the next day.
Anyways, D was up from 12:30 until around 3am when I got her to sleep in her swing. J got me up from the upstairs couch when she came out to feed D at 6:17, so I went to my primary couch downstairs. Normally, I go to our room when J leaves around 7:15, but she summoned me following the feeding. D had poop up her back and needed a bath. I was helping strip the inert D when J sumized it wasn't bad and just put fresh clothes after wiping all nastiness away. D was alert so J said to me to nap in the afternoon when I get any chance.
Weirdly, I had awoke hungry for the second day in a row when I was not smart enough to take my AM pills upon my first wakeup. So I fixed breakfast for K who was in his room on his laptop. I got out VU-VU from the box set and skipped to Pale Blue Eyes, for I was feeling sad and the song captures my memories well. I used to have old dubbing my brother had left which had it, Loaded and Transformer on it. That tape was in my Walkman for many walks and lunches where I could escape my thoughts of hs and such. Anyways, a memory occurred to me listening to VU: Miss Toni
I have not thought of the first favorite person whom I lost. She was my surrogate mother as my favorite teacher at my first daycare which I have a hardtime recalling. Miss T made me feel special, but she was gone at some point and I was sad until we were reunited at my second daycare.
I have no idea what she looked like. I think she had blondish hair with an 80s curl to it. I guess she was scarred from an accident or a fire, but I don't recall anything really aside from how she made me feel special. (I think she was beautiful, though.)
I haven't thought of Miss T since she called my house when I graduated from hs. She sounded old and like a stranger, rather than anything I could recall from when I was four. My dad had her in school so I guess that's how she remembered me when she saw that I graduated. Everyone remembered my dad for some reason. Called my mom and she didn't recall her last name but my dad would when comes back from his day at the gym. Hope nothing happened to Miss T, but why would I think of her now and feel the need to talk to mom a third day this week.
Well, the girls' day has started and now I need to get to it.

unofficial hiatus

Given bn nook's limitations, I shall write sparingly until circumstance dictate otherwise.

I am so sad. I lost a friend and will grieve accordingly. Not in a mood for a replacemnt, yet but this will be done via a poor substitute.

While looking for another friend's indulgence into my thinking I came across another "blog" which should be read since my paperback version cannot leave my posession.

http://thephilosophyofandywarhol.blogspot.com

Enjoy at your leisure, though I cannot see how it legally exists online as such.