Just checking in. I've been so pulled inward lately, that I feel a little dazed around this time of the day. I have too many fun projects on the go. Things I can't even tell you because I'll spoil surprises and gifts I actually have the chance of completing. My only complaint is that my time flies. Six hours seems to warp speed in the blink of an eye and suddenly I hear Kia walking in the door calling, "Mom." I'm continually surprised that it could possibly be time for her to be home already. It takes me an hour or two to acclimate myself to reality and the tasks of the house. Daily jet lag, creative lag, reality lag, Nikki lag, whatever it is...the force is strong with it.