Whoops -- for some unknown reason, I was woken up twice around midnight, and have completely failed to get back to sleep since. I did write a poem about sex (see below), which is something. And I've been reading Cheryl Strayd's Tiny, Beautiful Things
, which is sort of perfect for the middle of the night -- it's advice column + memoir, all in one. I'm giving up on sleep now, since the kids will be up at 6:30. Maybe I can get a couple of hours of writing in now, and then nap later.
- draft new story, "Sparks Fly" for TSC -- DONE
- re-hang curtains -- DONE