Just started with the coffee, and just pulled from sleep at Emma’s insistence.  But she doesn’t seem thrilled no matter where I place her nor in front of what toys.  So my sitting can’t be a sitting at all.

After a long battle, I finally get her to sleep, right next to her mother.  See how long this lasts.  Wanted a thousand words before I have to leave for the RRV winery, but no.  Not this morrow.  Carrying notebook—  and there she cries again.  And what can I do but be reactionary, a Dad— the writing papa, frustrated and inspired.