Moving out last week under the vigilant and judgmental eye of my landlady, and with the home purchase starting to feel like an out of control freight train, finding my work files are not yet all gathered back into a central location, with children who are beginning to pick up on Dad's panic-- shall I retreat into an escapist past time? Shall I turn to drugs or alcohol? Shall I roll into a fetal ball or contemplate my own navel? Nay, I say, I am yet alive and engaged! I find that I still want to play HNT!
So contemplate not just my own navel, but those of my daughter and our hosts, as well!