5:30 AM

"What are you doing?"
"Making sure the erasers are okay."
"Oh."
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure." "Now go back to bed."
"But the sun is up."
"It's 5:30. The sun gets up early in the summer. People need to go back to sleep."
5 minutes later, "Mom! What was that noise?"
"Probably birds."
"I think it was trees moving back and forth outside the window."
"Could be. Go back to sleep."
5 minutes later, "Mom!"
"What?"
"The sun's rising."

*Sigh.*

Where Does the Time Go?

I had a vague thought this morning that I hadn't blogged for a while. I had no idea it had been nearly two weeks! Time goes by awfully fast when you're apartment-hunting and pregnant and trying to finish a novel. The only new recipe I've tried in the past couple of weeks turned out badly, so I don't want to blog it. Instead, a quick up update on Empire -- I've made it through chapter 8 in the latest bout of restructuring. This is about 1/3 of the way through the book, and the point at which things really start going badly--shadowy threats manifest, poor decisions are made. Fun times.