I'm up very late or very early depending on your perspective. The baby is not sleeping tonight, so neither are we. As a result of staying up well past a reasonable bedtime, I wrote a poem that I had the chutzpah to submit to Say... why aren't we crying? I'm sure it'll be rejected, as I haven't written poetry in years, and I was never very good at it then. Still, it was a nice feeling to generate one after all of this time.

So, I think I'll work on a poem or two while the baby romps around the living room. She's a silly little girl....