My writing has come to a complete and total standstill, I'm unhappy to report, not through any lack of inspiration but due to my crazy schedule of late. We've been nursing the baby through her first cold (her first fever as well), and as a result I've found myself driving a lot between Cambridge and Peabody over the past couple of weeks. Now while it's good to be able to get home in a hop, skip, and a jump, especially on the weekends - when I'd rather be home to begin with - missing out on all that writing time I normally get when I ride the commuter rail back to the North Shore is starting to take its toll. It's amazing what just an hour here or an hour there means to the creative part of me; not to have it results in all sorts of psychic discombobulation.