What Rough Beast, Its Hour Come Round at Last?

Daughter has started to fear things. She'll grab my hand and hold it in front of her face if any scary parts come up on one of her dvds. Now, the 'scary' is relative of course, so I'm often shielding her from something like an ogre doll in Little Einsteins.

It makes me wonder how she processes fear at this age. She hasn't exactly had anything happen to be scared of, so it's strange how she can associate these things with fear. I know she has nightmares, but I really wonder what happens in them.

Saint Mikey the Slightly Dented

I've been busier than usual lately. Standard workload for the normal job, and I've got a pretty full load of contracts on the side. I've managed to mostly keep up with training, though swimming is way behind.

Christmas is coming fast, and, thankfully, Thanksgiving is behind us (see what I did there?). I don't like the holidays very much at all, but with Daughter and Son around I'm trying to do a good job of hiding that. They'll probably see through the act when they're older, but by then it won't be as big of a deal for them.

It's kind of hard for me to put together something cohesive right now with how fragmented my focus is. So, hopefully throwing out this grab-bag crap of a post will help clear out the pipes.