We may have a replacement perseveration. Is perseveration a word? I can’t be bothered with googling. You know how exhausting that can be. Opening a new window tab, typing, scrolling, blah and blah blah.
Back to perseveration. If it takes the place of the ever-exalted tank tops that preceded (I can’t even be bothered to relink to the thirty seven tank top posts as a reference. Take my word for it. I thought it would never end.), I would be willing to walk on my hands. For the rest of my days. Ellie has taken to showering. All by herself. It’s awesome. She takes two, sometimes three showers a day. AND, she tells everyone else about it. So, it’s a double-bonus whammy, if you will. The cashier at Target gets to listen to the 7-part lecture series on showering while I can kinda zone out, PLUS Ellie’s initiating conversations! I could care less if she scripts or lectures, she initiates conversations. With other people. Often times with some eye contact. I refuse to look further down the path to see when this might become problematic. At the moment, she smells like strawberries and I don’t have to answer questions about tank tops. SCHAWING.