It Would Feel Really Decadent If I Weren't So Tired...

It is a Thursday afternoon, and I am here at home. The kidlet isn't feeling well, so I am with her, pretending to be productive but really aimlessly surfing the internet, between rounds of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" sung both very loudly and very badly. (That isn't entirely true -I was productive for a whole two hours once I forcibly removed myself from the room the computer is in. Funny that.) Can someone explain to me how a child who is by all accounts sick, still has so much energy?

I am almost done the first of the Christmas hats. In fact, I would know if I was done if I could find one of my 87 tape measures. They are probably off somewhere with all my pens and screwdrivers, getting drunk or something. There is no other reason why I can own so many tape measures in such a small apartment and never find any of them. Actually, there is another possible reason - which is my generally disorganized life - but this is the season for kindness, so no one point it out, thanks.