I have barricaded myself in my sewing room, where I am listening to music and frantically sewing like mad. Nothing like extreme panic over a looming deadline to get you motivated. And my 17 year old son is sitting behind me on his laptop, headphones on, watching a video on YouTube, done by some guy at MIT on Mutivariable Calculus, explaining vectors. And he is soooo unhappy I typed this, let alone hit publish. Something about messing with his cool factor or something. Like his friends ever read my blog. Please. Love you Dylan. And I love your smart brain too.