Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Up Too Late

When the day started at 6, it looked like it was going to be a wash: Willow was heading out of town for a day and a half, and Imperia was clearly going to be home sick. The child, darling as she is, is not particularly good at giving her parents space, or entertaining herself, or napping. I figured it would be a nice, calm day playing with ponies, and not accomplishing much else.

But while the day did include some pony-playing, it also included a clean kitchen, five loads of laundry, a graded batch of quizzes, a full proposal for writing-intensive status for a course I teach, research into the London spring theatre season, and a complete re-formatting (MLA to Chicago) of the essay I just pulled.

Of course, I'm up past midnight, and the girl-child will probably be up and chipper at 6 (her 3-hour nap seems to have been the turning point for the little Virus she was harboring). So off to bed...

1 comment:

Sisyphus said...

Well at least you got some all-important pony playing in!

It sounds like a pleasant and productive day.