Note to self: never time an all-nighter to a Sunday night, Israeli timezone. b.org is sleepier than my own mind, and considering it's already quite definitely tomorrow here, that's saying something.

Y'all better be having fun and restive activities, in order to make up for my lack of same, d'you hear read?

Y'all better be having fun and restive activities, in order to make up for my lack of same, d'you hear read?

I'm cleaning out Emmett's room. I should've brought a pitchfork.

Everytime I unearth something he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.

At which point I whisk the first long lost item into the trash bag.

On the plus side, I've found unopened xmas presents from last year and baby clothes for Matilda which might still fit her.

Plus I located Matilda's missing dolly and the misplaced cookie sheet.

Aside from the cleaning, we rediscovered everything we need for a pirate costume for Halloween.

Everytime I unearth something he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.

This is why packing to move is so hard!

Is it too early to go to bed?

Is it too early to go to bed?

I've been asking this since 6.

he yips, "Oh that's my favorite [long forgotten item]!" and needs to play with it for two seconds until he's distracted by the next discovery.

It's unsettling, how much this process resembles my working ability at this our. I think I also yip (that's a very nice verb I've just learn, yay new words, and I'm sure that doing it sounds just like it's written, but I'm too tired to write that ono-what's-it's-face long word, even with all the misspellings in the world). But nobody is here to hear me. And I notice the sad lack of any sort of Matilda around, too.

Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.

Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.

This counts for napping*, too, right?

* and by napping, of course, I mean cleaning one's apartment and putting away clothes like a responsible adult would.

Jesse and Dana, if I'm staying up way way too late, then it's only fair and in the let's-balance-the-universe spirit of you to go to bed whenever you wanna, no matter what the clock says. You'd be doing the poor un-equilibrium-ed universe a big favor, you know.

Sweet. I've also had a headache all day, so I'm hoping I took that one for the team as well.

Hey, if you took the headache for the team, you really *should* take the going-to-bed-early for the team, as well, you know. The universe has to be balanced, in general, but so is your universe, in a way, too.

Fell better (and if the inner Jewish mommy inside hadn't gone to sleep already in a sensible hour, as both inner and outer Jewish mommies do, she'd have told you to make sure you had been getting enough liquids. But she's asleep, so we don't have to let her take over the keyboard, right?).

I already posted this in my LJ, but it is boggling me a bit, so I am going to repost it here:

My town, it is strange and offputting, and somewhat resembling a police state.

It's 2:30am in Tel Aviv! I hope you get to sleep soon, Nilly.