As I type this, in my office at the Missoulian, my daughter is playing with my wrist rest (which she named “Snakey”) and singing a song about how dirty my desk is (It goes something like, “I found a pen and a paperclip, I found a bunch of paper, I found a thing I don’t know what it is, ooh look here’s a Cheerio”).

Unfortunately, I’ve never been one of those moms who can get much “work” done when her kid is around. I really admire parents who can. It’s really unfortunate for me, however, because it does make work entertaining in a whole new way.

Signing off for today,
MM