Friday, January 13, 2006


Overworked and sleep-deprived. Power surges, corrupt files, irretrievable hours of words.

Consoled somewhat by puddle-jumping with the girl en route a la garderie and the impulse purchase of Paul Auster's The Red Notebook en route a la maison.

Re-emerging, but not a butterfly.


patricia said...

Oh dear. Sounds like a good stiff drink is in order.

Paul Aster and puddle-jumping are good cures, too!

GaelicGrl said...

Hang in there...