naps in meetings

I miss my nannykins. Today M. One showed me the volcano, lava, and tornadoes he'd drawn on the sidewalk.

{sigh}

If anyone new asks, I'm not claiming creative direction of this documentary. It's been over a year and I feel nervous as the letter H. Especially since we show the College who's commissioned me the rough cut of our documentary on Friday.
I'm going to be very ill on Friday.

Very, very ill.

And I've lost every other good word of thought I had.