I can't get moving. I may have given up on sleep too easily, but it's too late now. In ten minutes the buzzer will ring and it will be time to deal with this huge shiny day with all of the awkwardly enthusiastic people in it.

At about six this morning I was sitting on a stoop in Brooklyn waiting for the kids to get moving, filling a page with green sentences. And then it was time to come home. Oh, my head's not ready for this... Thank everything for the Egg. He's really been making things better. "But I wanted to take a cab ride with you. Don't you want to take a cab ride with me?" Of course I do.