What followed this was a quick recitation of the reasons I could think of that one needs to go to school, including: “You have to feed your brain,” “It’s good to keep learning,” and “‘Cuz I say so.” What’s been a little disconcerting is that every time Z drops some new, impressive knowledge on me (today, she informed me that you can count faster by simply repeating 1-10, then raise the 10s each time; e.g. 18-19-20-1….9-30, etc.), it’s never learned at school. I asked her where she learned the counting short-cut, and she said, “The girl at Lifetime Fitness.” Neither of us are still certain where she learned how to tie her shoe–I figured Heidi taught her, and she thought I had. When asked, Z says she learned from “TV,” which I’m dubious of unless Dora or Spongebob has some kind of visually intensive tutorial that I’ve missed. Anyway, yes, sass-mouth, you need to go to school ‘cuz it’s like important and stuff…

I had a string of nightmares last night, the last of which was unusually vivid: Someone broke into my childhood home and stole my dresser. I found it outside, empty of all contents except for an unopened greeting card, which I couldn’t get open because I looked down and realized I didn’t have any hands…

Lastly, I think I’ve selected my next book: Wired for War. Am finally finishing my re-read of Catch-22 (don’t judge me, I’ve been busy), which has been very helpful for my own writerly purposes. Why not continue on with the “war” theme?