Whew, it's been a long week. Of course, after several years of not having weekends in the proper sense, I have taken on another duty that completely eliminates my day off. I'm not bitter. At all. It's just that discussing how long a "week" it's been loses all meaning when there is no end to it.

The result of my choice to provide care for the young Mr Q is that I am effectively busy all the time. There is also the result of getting to enjoy watching him grow. It's odd for me to completely recalibrate the apparatus in my head that tells me when to be impressed. I have actually found myself going "holy crap, he put his hand in his mouth!" and then being upset with myself that the camera was not ready to get a picture of this momentous achievement. This morning the Hurricane and myself were both duly amazed by Q's ability to hold his head up from lying on his stomach. I was even more astonished when I realized that-astounding!-he had part of his chest lifted up as well.


In other news, I have begun reading The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan, author of The Botany of Desire. TOD starts out disturbing on the level of Fast Food Nation and then gets scarier and more depressing, until Upton Sinclair seems like a pretty even-handed, low-key writer. And that's just in the first part of the book. I highly recommend it for anyone with a strong stomach and a desire to understand the modern world of food.