Hers Truly attended a birthday party at a bowling alley yesterday. 4-year-olds and bowling alleys do not mix. At one point, where I stopped to take a picture, Hers Truly ran many lanes down and made herself unwelcome. As it was, she ran the length of the alley quite a few times. A handful, true, but otherwise Hers Truly was quite well behaved.
This brings up a question of Hers Truly's birthday. Where? When? How? Who knows. That makes my brain hurt.
Hers Truly has had a tough time sleeping lately. Going to bed has become traumatic again. We'll work through it.
Jenny and I finally finished our little Pixar marathon with "Bug's Life." Now, we can move onto last season Dr. Who. (Yes, I am dying to know what happened. Avoiding spoilers has been difficult.)
Nothing on the horizon for the coming year. I have no new goals. Maybe replacing a car. Maybe replacing a laptop. Maybe replacing nothing.
I hope to have my next book ready in September, as I want to write one per year, but I think that I will miss my self-imposed deadline. It won't take the 2.5 years that the first book took, mostly because I know far better how I work.
