Ack! It was too close to the little man’s bedtime last night when I became aware of something important. To me, at least. The newspaper article I’d been interviewed and photographed for, along with my fellow NaNoWriMos, was finally published. Apparently we made the front page of the Variety section in yesterday’s Strib. But it was too late for me to drag the little man out to track down a copy, and the husband was asleep. In a panic I called Zophia, who, thankfully, happened to be heading out. My lovely lady friend came through for me. Now I just need to go on a reconnaissance and recovery mission. But maybe I could have gone out after all. Lately it’s been getting harder and harder to get the boy to bed. After reading him three different bedtime stories I tried to quietly sneak out of his room. He followed me. When I insisted it was time for bed he pleaded with me, saying, “the sleeping is too hard for me”. Later, when he still hadn’t succumbed to the sandman, he was lounging in the computer room much later than he should have been. So late it was time for me to wake up the husband, so he could step out for an evening of night jobs (big fun). Upon seeing the little man was still awake he picked him up and said “it’s time for bed”. The boy came back with “it’s time to let me go”. Zing. So cute, but oh so frustrating.
Bonus: EUROBAD ‘74 is, allegedly, an exhibition of Europe’s worst interiors of 1974, but I adore #7 and #13 (via things magazine).
Plus: What a beautiful Batman (via Coudal via NiemWorks).
And: Regular consumption of Topic Drift fills a hitherto unknown void.
And another thing: Barrett’s starting the year off with more bad news. Sorry, guy. That sucks. And blows.
