The Wombat File Is Yours to Keep

I've got a pillow in my lap, and a sleeping 2-month old propped against my belly, resting on her side on the pillow. Occupying a good bit of the rest of the pillow is Theresa's laptop, which is proving surprisingly easy to use in this configuration. More surprising is the fact that even though Imogen's head is resting in the crook of my left elbow, she's actually tolerating my typing with two hands (although even as I type this sentence I feel her stir -- perhaps I've grown too ambitious).

It's not, I wish to note, an arrangement conducive to keeping cool. Baby hot; laptop hot; wombat hot...but that I can do anything at all while keeping Iggy here asleep is amazing. Given that, I can handle the sense that my core temperature is being permanently altered.

Speaking of heat's effects -- last week, it seems, the heat wave produced a quasi-riot at one of the city pools close to our own Lady B. Yogurt (aka Bootsy 3000) and her consort, Hackly (though we received news of this particular episode of civilization's discontents from discerning wombat reader Josh G.) We hope they remained far from the scene of such unpleasantness.