It's really hard to write a blog post on my phone

My children are singing different songs at the same time, trying to drown one another out. It's 8:23 a.m. and I'm god's gift to the written word.

My mail has been coming after 8 p.m. every night.

I've written down a lot of ideas. I don't know what to do with them.

My Notes app is worth five million dollars.