Got to interview another musician yesterday -- very exciting! But it looks like the write up will have to wait.
I'm listening to the sounds of Lucy and a friend throwing a succession of birthday parties for Lucy's stuffed animals. There is much negotiation of what age each animal will turn ("9" "No, how about 10.") and exclamations that the pretend gifts are "just what I always wanted." Plus the stuffed animals keep needing to go potty.
Now they are off to play the honeybee hop.
I have a million things that I should be doing, but I can't really reconcile the check book while keeping half an eye on the children.
My latest Donnybrook review: The 1990s