I feel bad about it, only insomuch that Smaller wanted my attention and I didn’t want to give it. I mean, I *did*, because she’s a small child and it’s not unreasonable for her to want me to help her with things. But that doesn’t mean that it was easy or spoon-free. It’s like reaching through a wall of burning static… that’s about as far as my brain is stretching towards making words that make sense, heh.
Right, I’m not going to strain myself… gonna go try to force my noodle limbs into doing some knitting.