And D. is doing great so far. He’s on target and chugging right along, in spite of the fact that we’ve been doing a lot of painting (walls, floors, trim, random cubby areas). A cheer for my brave husband!

As for me, well, I’m just getting back into a routine that was thrown off by two weeks of a bathroom remodel, an emergency furnace replacement (gah!), family visit, Halloween, and the time change (*yawn*! my body wants to go to bed early but sleep in late–how does that work??).

One of the things that I’ve learned about myself is that I’m solidly a creature of habit. Even small changes can derail me, and unfortunately–because it doesn’t jump up and down screaming to be fed–writing is one of the first things to go out the window.

But now I’m back on track, with nearly 3K words on Rainbird, the unexpected appearance of a negligent mother, a threat of exposure and thickening sabotage. I foresee an explosion in Rainbird’s future. Is it so wrong for me to feel happy about that?