Thanks to Katrina, Lou Lou's coffee shop is now just "Shop." If anyone out there can help me figure out how to put this picture in my header, please feel free to let me know. S.O. just called me to see if I could pick up A early so that he could drop us off and come back to work. Oh, how quickly the tide changes. I remember a day not so many years ago before we had a child, when such a request would be summarily DENIED by S.O. because "it's not safe for you to be up at your office late at night." Sigh. But, because he's a man, and he's become "duh-duh-da-da SUPER ATTORNEY!" he now understands what it means to be really excited about your profession. I wonder sometimes if he's forgotten how driven I am to be successful at my own job. I know plenty of professors out there who either stay in their office till the wee hours of the morning or arrive in the wee hours. I mean, true, bad things do happen to little women. (No, I'm not a little person. Just short. Really. If I was a little person I'd be proud of it, damn it.)

Still, there are principles involved here. I mean, I'm working from home today, trying to do laundry in the middle of getting some writing done, in the middle of writing out bills, in the middle of answering emails, in the middle of...okay, so it's slightly hypocritical of me to be complaining through a blog about how little time I get to work. Maybe I should be writing instead of blogging? ...Damn it! I'm going to get a t-shirt that says "guilt is a tool of capitalist patriarchy." I'll wear it while I'm blogging. Until then, back to work.