I think I'm getting smarter. I don't check my email when she's asleep. I take showers, or nap, or make sandwiches. Things I can't do when she's awake (no, I cannot make a sandwich when she's awake, okay?). Everything else I can do in snatches, like eat a bowl of cereal, or respond to a text message, or get dressed.
I'm also think I'm getting less smart. I was chatting with a stranger at Barnes and Noble the other day, and I found myself telling her that I was usually a lot sharper than I was appearing. I don't know that she was convinced.
I'm also getting fixated. This is not new. James brought me a box of Trader Joe's graham crackers. Have you had these? I can't stop eating them. They should call them Trader Joe's graham crack(ers).
I used to be a lot sharper.
*beautiful photos via our good pal Double R.