During the next couple of weeks I'll be reprising the demanding, multifaceted role of She Who Drives the Boy to [Fill in Place Here] as well as the more precise character roles of She Who Watches the YouTube Video So They Can Figure Out How to Repair His Bike; She Who Fills the Empty Maw with Fresh Fruit; and She Who Sings Along with Broadway Soundtracks. These adjustments also require me to mow grass at 6 a.m., return to constant bread baking, and spend all my evenings commenting on a variety of Olympic sporting events [including sports we don't like but watch anyway, while discussing how annoying they are: e.g., water polo, beach volleyball].

Do not think I am complaining. Rilke will bide his time till I get back to him.