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Today I sent in another 5500 words of the 11,000+ I will have written for work in the last three weeks. Just a few words more to go, which would have been already in had an interview not fallen through. Damn. I picked and chose which articles to interview for because I didn’t really have time to nail interviews for any of them, and then the one I put the time into is the one I now have to rewrite based on other research. Bah humbug. Although honestly I’m not sure anyone at the other end cares… but I do.
Then it settles down to a more normal pace. My brain is fried, fried, fried. On a positive note, payroll got in touch with me today so I am actually going to be compensated. Whee.
Noah kept trying to tell me something today. “Mmmm-no” “mmmmmum!UM!” “mmmmap!” “mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm.” Finally the poor boy was reduced to going and getting a block and bringing it to me and pointing at it, “Mmmmm!”
It was a picture of the moon. And he wanted a book read to him that has a moon prominently featured (not Goodnight Moon), which had been accidentally put out of reach. That was a little scary, the whole intellectual communicative process it took to get there. I feel like getting one of those boards they give to gorillas with the pictures. And I feel really kind of proud. And scared. He would have done this all morning because he obsesses over that which he wants. At 12 months. Yup, really need one of those boards.
Tomorrow the potential babysitter comes for a few hours to see how we all get along. Lynn already is not getting along with her (quietly) for no reason other than that Lynn is Lynn. I feel nervous and anal about my house, which is still a little trashed. And sure that a mere babysitter will never track down the moon for my son.
Today is San and Magdalynn’s 4th anniversary. Yay them! Yay all of us.
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