Upon arriving home yesterday I was greeted by G (my five-year-old) who explained that she had assembled a picnic for me. So we went out to the the newly hewn back yard and had a nice picnic of apples, bananas, and chocolate milk while sitting on a little blanket. Then I got out the hammock and we all played for a while. Then I disposed of the mole corpse which, oddly, was the highlight of both G and T's picnic. I think children must have an odd fascination with death. They don't seem to fear it, they just like to look at it.
I need to get writing some more. I took a small hiatus to make sure I wasn't going too fast (and producing just a bunch of schlock) so now it's time to get back to it. I might even look into trying to get some of it published. I find it funny that most publications still have you send in a printed copy with a SASE instead of just sending it eletronically. I figured companies would be more Internet-friendly but the publishing industry must not have gone that route.