In Search of Sleep

Elanor is a bit more, um, difficult than Samuel was.  More crying, especially at inopportune times.  Like, for example, when she’s awake.  Or when anyone else is sleeping.

Not cool, little girl.  Not cool at all.

On the plus side, I have managed to squeeze in enough time to finish off another article (philological fun, this one), which I’ll likely send off to PMLA tomorrow.  I might also have had a minor breakthrough on a fiction freeze I’ve been grappling with for a while.

So life keeps crawling and bawling on, day by noisy day and night.

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