I'm busy, but happy.

Last night, I sketched out a treatment for a new section of ABCNews.com while Sarah finished watching Proof (Surprisingly great movie, by the way! Paltrow is a truly gifted actress.)

This morning, I got up at six to go to the gym. As is my routine, I was stumbling around in the dark in search of my running shoes when a small voice came floating softly down the hallway.

"Daddy?"

I had seen Asher for all of ten minutes last night, and will probably not get to seem him at all tonight (working late, seeing Dave Nagler and Chris Mills play). So, I chucked the running shoes, and hung out with the kid for an hour. It's all about trade-offs.