I miss you! I miss questions! But I am knee-deep in work. Perhaps waist-deep in work.
I realized this morning that I'm in the phase of the project in which four hours actually seems like a decent amount of sleep at night, and the work has started doing itself. The rhythm of the project has kind of found its way into my brain waves, so I'm just producing, not really thinking hard about it. It's not flow. It's some kind of half-world of brain activity and typing. Human : vampire :: flow : this state.
Perhaps I will entertain you with some cute kid stories.
My older one came home from school yesterday with a fat lip. I asked him what happened, and he said he got kicked in the lip at recess. But he seemed pretty nonchalant about it, so I asked, "Was it fun kicking, or painful kicking?" "Oh, it was fun, Mom!" he answered. "But then the grown-ups told us we shouldn't play fight anymore, so today we're doing foot races!"
I'm not sure I'll ever understand boys.
The little one makes up songs about everything. The other day I heard him walking around singing, "We can be careful, we can be careful, we can be CARE! FULLLLLLLLL!"
I have no idea what that was about, but I'm glad he's into Safety First.