This is the start (and hopefully not also the end) of a new approach to this blog thing: Actually writing something every day. This I hope to accomplish by actually treating it like the diary which I intended it to be from the outset. It's very hard for me not to think of each entry as a combo-journal/blog (that is, created for external interest). When I do that I blanche at the number of words I'll surely expend, and instead do something else. (Which unfortunately almost never, at least immediately, includes going to bed.) So the goal now for each day is to write just a paragraph. Well, at least a paragraph. I'm still open to writing more, but the pressure's off if I know all I'm definitely wanting to do is have a record of the day. So to that end:

This morning we woke up early but snuggled late. Got to Dave's later than usual, but at least the oatmeal got eaten before leaving to take the kids to school. Took the kids to school -- Alexander was full of energy at that point -- then came back to the apartment to get ready to leave for work. Had a couple of e-mails from Danny about mortgages, and in response to one looking for independent contractor history, I e-mailed Jason McSween at BCS, then called Barry there. (To see if they could show a two-year history for me there still.) He was thrilled about me and Carole, and said possibly. Cool. Did the three Photowalk jobs we had today, but I was exhausted enough even before we left that I laid down after we got back and napped/dozed for over an hour. I took a shower before Carole got back with the kids, and then . . . did stuff. Alexander fell asleep on the couch (he's apparently been fighting whatever Carole had), and I played hide-and-seek with Angelina, which progressed to building with Legos. I made an American flag and she covered an entire large, flat piece with only two-piece blocks. Then we started building a little house. It was cute watching her play with the "kids" in the house. She decided she wanted to stay with us when Dave got here, so she did. Ended up getting her to bed much later than planned, for no good reason that I can think of. She kept wanting to eat more, and she was being very good while watching Beauty and the Beast, so we just kept letting it go. Finally we got to a stopping point, she got ready for bed, and I went to Dave's to get her stuffed animals that we realized we didn't have. I tucked her in again, she told me in her joking way she wanted me to stay in the bedroom (Carole told me after I returned from Dave's that she didn't want me to leave in the first place, but still wanted her animals; define "dilemma"), and I let Skip and Gene (my hands as puppets who've become quite the hit) tell her good-night. It was nice. Carole fixed hamburger mish-mash, we finished watching Swing Time, finished our Photowalk work, I read some news and commentary, and then did this.

And now I'm going to bed. If I can just start this a little earlier every night, this is eminently doable. Now if I will just do it.