Tuesday, April 21, 2009


I crave sleep like a woman with child craves pickles. Perhaps not to the same degree, for I would not wrestle a bear or traffic for pickles (i.e. sleep) but it would produce a lighter feeling on a heavy laden day.

Having children always produces awkward sleep schedules, so I guess my adjustment to becoming a snow owl is a proper one. (Snow owl was chosen by means of thinking of nocturnal creatures and then ranking them by how adorable they are.)

I did, however, just read about Mark Twain's disgust for the German language. It was a good laugh. By the way, if you are thinking the Twain comment was random, I would like to remind you that I am a master of a short attention span. I prefer to say that I have an attention span that chooses to be interested in many things at once, pluralism of attention. That wins.

1 comment:

Renee said...

I hear ya, Sister!