I'm just off a great little writing retreat with Bob in our San Antonio condo. he wrote alot. I wrote some, made my minimal deadline at least, and rested some, knitted some, continued to read The Streetsweeper , which I continue to love. Being back at work today felt good, productive. Tonigh at dinner Liam just slid out of his chair and disappeared after having eaten a little. When I went to check on him a few minutes later he was sound asleep in his bed. Tired, I guess. His sweet innocent spirit is so trusting. He can just go to sleep whenever he feels like it and trust that the rest of us will keep him safe. I guess we all felt that way as babies - lost it somewhere along the way. Terrifying phone calls can rupture the night. Houses can catch fire. The person lying next to one can just stop breathing. Liam doesn't know any of that and I'm glad he won't have to for a while yet, probably.