I feel like I wrote for more than thirty minutes today. It was at work, though. I was writing my mid-year check-in document. It’s part of the review system at work. You discuss how you’re performing against your commitments, and then how you see your career progressing in the future. My answers were certainly creative. Not sure that’s what I meant when I planned these sessions.

We bathed and read to the Tiger, and the Doolies is putting her to bed. I’ve mostly been cut out of that equation. I’m now used as a threat: “if you don’t get out of the bathtub, then I’m going to get daddy!” I’ve accepted this new role. At some point the Tiger will be daddy’s little girl. That’s what people keep telling me. Not sure when that point will happen, though.

Thinking about the future is always strange. It’s hard for me to think beyond the next ten minutes, let alone the next three years. I’m not good at planning, I’m good at reacting and thinking during the reaction. That’s probably one of the reasons I’m coasting through this journey. I react to the changing current but do not watch for the weather system. Not sure that analogy works.

The Dinosaur is sleeping in the dining area. He fell asleep while we read to the Tiger earlier. He’s been better at sleeping: waking up between 4:30am and 5:30am depending on how early he goes to bed. Still a relatively magical sleep baby.

While I didn’t post anything yesterday, I did make progress on the long overdue letter. It’ll be finished one of these days. I feel like I’m going through the motions now: I set out my life story to tell and I’m speed writing through it. It’s a story I’ve told before. The landmarks are set and while I keep tweaking the life lessons, I still haven’t found much meaning in the adventure. I guess it’s the adventure itself that’s meaningful.

The internets distracted me there while I wondered what to write about next.

I started work on a short story about a lonely boy on a faraway planet. I have the setting, next time I’ll see if there’s a plot there.