Haven't written much lately, and I'm not just refering to ye olde web site. I haven't written an original scene for a story in a couple of weeks now... that's the horror story I'm writing about how sleep deprivation drives a father insane. I haven't been writing, but I guess I've been doing some, uh, field research.

Never fear, I'll resume posting pictures and writing more goofball essays soon enough. (I know this was a big worry of yours. :-)

In the meantime, Alexander has turned a month old (that was the 20th) and he doesn't look a day over four weeks. As I mentioned earlier, we've been making a point of bringing the little tyke with us to various events, and we have even had him baby-sat *twice* now so that Paulette and I could go do stuff out of the house. Okay, the first time was so that we could see a movie (Signs, which is about children in jeapordy. Ack!) and the second time was so that we could get our respective work done for a few hours in peace. But, the proof of concept is there.

The next big task for our little family is a road trip, which is coming up soon. We've already driven down half the state to meet up with good friends who flew in from across the country, but now we're talking about driving down half the country. Should be fun.

If I get around to it, I'll probably write to you tomorrow to tell you how/why I'm so morose about the prospects of building a successful writing career. Arrrrgh. In the meantime, I think I'll try to squeeze in my daily ration of four hours sleep.

Nighty night.