Last night was hellish for him. Tonight was merely token whining, followed by vigorous playing with sisters...while I had to keep lecturing myself with many cheerleading phrases like "Eyes on the prize" and "bedtime starts at 8:00, how hard could it possibly be to get through the evening routine in, say, ten minutes, so I can flip on my laptop..."
And suddenly it's 10:00 and MY bedtime and did I ever get my laptop turned on?
Instead of blogging this morning on the train, I knitted. And did it again on the way home. And now the body of the little sweater is done and tomorrow, I sleeve.
But tonight, I need to go to bed. Computer-less, and without a comforting (or not) glance at my stocks, or a scan of my VERY over-enthusiastic spam-catcher (it has two settings: kill just about everything, or invite every Spambot we know to the party).
No news. No CSI:Anywhere.
I KNOW. It's barbaric.
But somehow, I suspect I will actually survive.
(sent from my Treo)