heartache to heartache we stand I started my day this morning gobbling up some toast with a two-year-old in my lap. I ended my evening tonight eating leftover turkey dinner, with a two-year-old in my lap. She kept stealing my carrots. Those were probably the best parts of my day.

In between was the rat-race blur of crisis management. Unpack boxes (I moved cubes over the weekend). Hastily prepare documents. Quickly eat lunch. Frantically organize documents. Order CUSIP number; website fails; try again; fail; again; fail. Quitting time. Come home mad at the lack of order and efficiency. De-compress with some power yoga and movies on the big screen (i.e. Dalt's TV; he's away).

Tomorrow we do it all again.  | ¶ 1:09 a.m.