It's 3:21 in the morning and I'm not the least bit tired. But I will be at the other 3:21 when I'm trying to juggle a son who needs to mow a yard and one who wants to swim. "Here I am, stuck in the middle with you."

Not much longer. I can't say I'll miss driving A to and from work every day.

I should be marketing stuff. There's a price to pay for the upcoming end-of-the-chauffeur shift. When am I going to get serious about this? When I get organized. The twelfth of never.

Heh, heh--put me in front of a blank page with words to write and my eyes want to slam shut. I'll have to remember that. Perhaps I can market a bottle of sleep-aid for writers. It's empty but the label reads something like. "Sit in front of a blank computer screen and earnestly attempt to work on any overdue project. Sleep will come instantaneously."

I think I'll give in to the sleep. Look for more after workshop today....