Alright. You haven’t heard much from me lately. I’m on sabbatical, after all. And what does this mean?
Well, a whole lotta this:
And yes, a fair amount of this:
While Iggy does this:
That’s pretty much what my days have looked like, all day, every day, for the past month.
There are occasional times when I have to go pick up my eldest child from school. I usually bring Iggy along, which means that sometimes when I am trying to take a photo of my child joyfully skipping along the sidewalk, I instead take a bunch of pictures that look like this:
The moments with my kids are so rare these days that sometimes I indulge in a longer stop than usual at the climbing tree on the way home:
And then when I get home, I force them to help me with my work, just so I can steal a few more extra minutes:
And then I rush back down the street to my computer and my many waiting projects with a little bit lighter heart, and a renewed sense of purpose to do a whole lotta this:
Wish me some ass-kicking luck. This sabbatical thing is not all it’s cracked up to be.