This afternoon has been, I'm afraid, a wash. We've spent most of it in bed, and now she's awake and groggy, crawling around with her Spoon. I'm awake and groggy and aware of what time it is, playing on the 'Net. This is alright, so far. While I was laying in bed feeding her a bottle for naptime I had this long post composed in the back of my brain. It was very effective, very well-done. And I'm a bit upset that I've forgotten most of it now. Hopefully it'll come back soon, and then I'll post it. In the meantime, the child is still the light of my life. Even though she just spit up on the rug. Somehow I know that I'll never see our security deposit again. I'm okay with that.