It's important to start your day by hitting the ground running — assuming, of course, you can find the ground.

That the baby likes to sleep with her feet poking out between the slats of her crib never fails to make me smile. And so, g'night...

And that's a wrap. I'm leaving off right before J.R. tells his story because, if I don't, I'll be up for hours trying to get it just right.

Like the planet Mercury, my head is in retrograde . . . and yet, edits on "The Cradle" are in process.

got nothing done today. NOTHING. Bah.

My son turns seventeen today. He's off adventuring in the wide world right now and, man oh man, do I miss him.

Right. It's time for bed. Don't stay up too late, my friends. Your dreams won't wait forever...

Nothing like dozing your way through edit on a manuscript, knowing that eventually someone may be doing the same with the finished book.

Tap tap tap . . . taptap . . . tap . . . tap tap tap tap . . . taptaptaptap . . . tap tap . . . tap . . . tap tap tap tap tap . . . tap...

My wife is not only lovely, she is a comic genius.