I had every intention of writing tonight...about sleep, and seepage...about stink and shop vacs....but there were too many distractions ( I didn't even get in my walk until close to 11pm). Now I can barely keep my eyes open, and if I fall asleep while writing, I can only imagine how insufferable the finished product would be for the reader.
So tomorrow I'll set aside time for hopefully more cogent thought about vacuums and Vermont;frustrations and formula...borrowed tools and baby puke.
Tonight I hope to dream...of none of the above.