Limits.

This past month the actor/sailor/fisher/surfer/outdoorsman has been on the road in California while I've been here in the Midwest, braving blizzards, studying babies, going to yoga, and keeping the house.

The kitties are less than thrilled with the switch to the 'single parent' model. The have become terrors in the night and in the day, constantly meowing and getting progressively more and more needy.

It occurred to me that I might be trying too hard when I found myself trying to cook and eat dinner, watch the news, play with the mousie, update my mp3 player, do the laundry and browse a magazine at the same time. I think I actually heard my brain make a short zzzt sound as it short-circuited and gave up. I may be superwoman on some days, but not like this. From now on, only two simultaneous activities. Here's hoping...