I'm back from taking two days off, during which I worked in order to catch up. Does that make sense? Of course not. But, really, how many of you do that?
To be honest, I didn't work full days. I worked half days and then organized my office while watching streaming Netflix and my new guilty pleasure, Huluplus. I'm a multitasker. My queues on these sites are a metaphor for my life... long lists of things yet to do. Kind of exciting.
I've decided to jumpstart this blog again. I was going to set up a new one, which I may still do; however, I'm more apt to write artcles or entries than I am launch a new Web site (at least for now).
Today is my daughter's 31st birthday. She's a mother herself now. I took a moment to remember what I thought when I looked at her for the first time 31 years plus seven hours ago. I thought, "My life will never be the same and I'm responsible for this little girl." I also thought that anyone who believed I'd ever have another baby after the pain of labor was insane. Then I did it again -- twice -- but with drugs. I'm not stupid.
Happy birthday to my girl.