Night Shift.

One of the cliches I've heard about becoming a parent is that you learn how to use your time more efficiently. One of the few parenting cliches I agree with. I no longer even have the indulgence of gracefully settling in for an all-night editing session with a full pot of coffee and my Homer Simpson slippers, with the blissful knowledge that it will be a completely phone-free, uninterrupted session of productivity. NOW, because of Miss Maggie, this holy time is more likely to take place in increments of 20-40 minutes.

But you know what. It's cool. I am forced by necessity to be more efficient AND she's even been joining me down here occasionally, though she's not much help, and she gets distracted easily. See below.

(photo taken four minutes ago).