I didn’t write down any topics today. I was a bit busy in the woodshop, and with Roby and Abby and Archie and Scout and making lunch and a whole heap of things what don’t stop at all.

One interesting thought that passed through my brain and out of my mouth is an advancement of something I’ve been saying for a few days. 

To people who ask how it is having a newborn I’ve said some variation of: if she were a puppy, I’d be pretty upset with how disruptive she’s been to our lives. Luckily, she’s not a dog, she’s my daughter. I think it’s a clever thing to say, and quite funny. 

The next part of that quip is something I quipped to Mary Homer when she dropped off a bit of her incredible world-shattering white chili. It’s a bit like, if I were on a hike, and I felt exhausted, the way I feel about that exhaustion depends on the mountain. If I felt bushed while hiking Spruce mountain, just down the road, I’d not like that very much, but if I felt that exact same amount of bushed while hiking Everest? Well shit, I’m doing incredibly well for hiking everest. 

Getting to spen dtime with Roby feels a bit like that. It’s exhausting, but we’re raising a human being. We’re raising our daughter. When you consider the scale of it, well, I feel positively pert.