Hey Jakey,

P took the crew out on his boat today. I tried to play all cool and shit, like it was no big deal. Hell, I grew up on and around boats, son. But, truth be told, it's been years and years since I've actually been on a real boat, and I had a great time today.

So now, job one is scoring us a boat so we can do that every day. And a place to put it. And gas money.

Came home afterwards, and it was really hot, so we played in the sprinkler. Kind of an anticlimax. Not the part about playing with you, but the part about playing in the crappy sprinkler.

So you've been a little fuss-budget lately. It usually happens this time of year; we get out of our rhythm when I spend three weeks on the magazine. Bedtime goes to hell, meals are disrupted, naps are sporadic. You get whiney, your daddy and I get testy, and the whole balance of the house is upset. Blogging certainly takes a back seat. It takes a week or two afterwards for us all to settle down and catch up on our sleep and get back on track.

Today I think you got back on track. Daddy said you took a four-hour nap, and you were a fun-lovin' little sack of joy when I got home this evening, and you ate all your dinner without complaint. Then, at bedtime, you came and got me by the hand and led me to bed, crawled up in my arms and went to sleep. Big sigh...



So this is the magazine that I work on. I'll not type in the name of it here, but there ya have it. It's all about spiritual health and holistic healing and all that crap. Some of it is valid. A lot of it is shite. But it's a paycheck. I've thought seriously about quitting for a while now, but it's hard when you have assorted bills staring you down. The publisher actually did go with another designer for a couple of issues, cuz T and I were too expensive, and they, uh... blew big fat stinky chunks. Then she came back to us. Heh. Then T dropped out cuz he couldn't work with the other two ladies, and it was just me. All me.

I will probably do the next issue, due next September, but the next issue after that begins production in late November. Ha. You know what happens in late November. Our happy little family will increase by exactly one. The pain of childbirth and the pain of magazine production: never the twain shall meet. I don't know which is worse, but only one of those two culminates in a restful hospital stay with yummy narcotics and tapioca.

All right, the Unisom is kicking in, so off to bed. Dream your dreams of yachts and cocktail parties. I love you!