Well, that was invigorating. Annette and I just got through taking care of the aftermath of Julie throwing up, here at 4:45 on what looks to be an otherwise pleasant Sunday morning.

I guess it’s probably pretty normal, but to someone who is not the primary clothes washer, it was a bit odd to push vomit-covered George the [Stuffed] Monkey—whom Julie has anthropomorphized—head-first into the dark mouth of the washing machine. I was glad she was in the other room and didn’t get to see that… he was so sad looking.

Julie is an odd and charming child, and for some reason, she couldn’t stop giggling. (It’s okay to call your own child “charming” if you also call them “odd” in the same sentence, right?) At first she was giving a sad, pouty face to try to capitalize on her yakking; she’s quite the actress. I gave her what was meant to be a sad, comforting smile. She apparently interpreted it humorously, and it set her off laughing.

Well, before the surrealism fades, I’m going back to sleep. More ranting in the award-winning “Moral Imperative of Software Freedom” series in a few hours.