The days are long and the years are short

And, hey, I learned a code for the Xerox machine at my daughter's school. That can NEVER be a bad thing (for me, maybe bad for the school).

T is meeting himself in the middle of the night. Too much work.

Emily is practically meeting *herself* in the middle of the night. She's too sleep-resistant.

I am sleeping and having dreams where I get things done. When I wake up, I am surprised that they aren't actually done. Strange.