Flashes of Panic

For once, my family, or some fraction of it, is coming to visit me. My brother is bringing my favorite nieces to visit. I have hopes of establishing “Uncle pjm’s” as an exciting adventure destination, even if it isn’t here. (When we move, I can take them to the aquarium.)

I am interested in seeing how Iz reacts.

I was walking through the grocery store aisles, filling a basket with “safety food” like PB&J, and thinking about toddler smiles. I think I was probably wearing an expression wholly inappropriate for grocery shopping.