Why I never blog:

The kids offer to take the dog on a walk!  Yay!  I can write for a few minutes.

They inadvertently slam the door.

It wakes up Eliza.

She gets up, puts her head sweetly on my shoulder and comments on every. single. letter. that I type.

(“Wow!  You’re Fast!”
“What is that letter?”
“Go up!  I want to see that picture!”
“Can I do it?”
“How old is Daddy?”)

The laptop battery dies as they dryer buzzer goes off.

I decide that making cookies is a better idea.

The end.