Day 40: Flexibility

Some days it's easier to write than other days. When there's no change to my routine, no problem. But on days like today, it's not so easy. Our company went to an energy tradeshow in Washington DC. We left early and will get back late and I'd rather not write when I get back. That leaves a couple options: find an Internet cafe during the day; find a quiet place and type on my phone; or write on the bus ride back.

When we visited the National Portrait Gallery, I found a power outlet, plugged my low battery phone in and started to compose. Soon a security guard, who was very serious about her job, ordered me to unplug the phone because recharging can only be done on the third floor. Then she said something about losing the data but I have no idea what she was talking about. This was the second time a guard yelled at me in this museum--backpacks can't be worn on your back but can be carried--and so I lost interest in this place. We walked around more but didn't see any Internet cafes, which is why I'm on the bus now, typing on my phone.

Today is the first day that Rex woke up in the morning and went to bed at night without seeing me. You know what? It's okay. That's life. If we could plan a perfect adoption, it might be different. Or it might not be. There is no perfect adoption because it's happening in real life, is real life. Real life doesn't follow an absolute schedule. And if you've followed this Adoption Year, you know this adoption hasn't been the same day-to-day. It's required flexibility from all of us, flexibility to live and flexibility to write about it. Go bus go. Get me home soon.