And as soon as I put toys away the little poet takes them out and pushes them along to loft floor to all corners.  Of course, I say to myself.  But smile, laugh, and envy his intention to play and enjoy his morning, no worry or thought or consideration for the week ahead.  How can anyone not want to be THAT.  More coffee, loving working here in the nook..  Actually, wait…. Straightened office, packed and prepped bag for tomorrow.  Emma asks me what we’re doing today, I remind her of the outing we discussed last night, and a trip to the sports equipment store in Santa Rosa…