Drusy’s lying across my lap and over my right arm. My nails are wet and I’m typing with just my left hand. Minutes ago, I finished fussing with milk, now tucked securely into heated yogurt cups for the night. America’s Test Kitchen details how to make Apple Upside Down Cake and I just erased Friday’s oddly tedious General Hospital. I’m waiting for my sisters to call back about whether or not they’re going to jar peaches with me tomorrow night. I’m pretending to blog. All of this is normal, and I bet at your house, you’re this busy, too.