here it is, near the end of the day, and I have nothing to post.
This is not true. I have lots of things to post, but they aren't witty.
I don't feel terribly witty right now.
Of course, this could be because I spent the last 45 minutes in a dark bedroom with Lucy, trying to get her to nap.
I sang for a while, which helped.
But though she did sleep some, which met goal #1 of nap (or bedtime--I wasn't sure which it would be), we did not meet goals #2 or #3 of naptime, namely I make some sort of progress with her not napping on me, and I manage to get away for a few minutes of me-time.
I am Sisyphus. Hear me roar.