And today...

As you saw yesterday, our most recent stab at housework didn't go down in an organized manner. Today, I'm going to try my damndest to have that happen. Right now, though, I am hiding in the bedroom, using the excuse of needing to put up a blog entry as my means of procrastination. And it's not so much housework and catching up on the laundry I'm scared of as it is the fact that Didgeridoo Boy is very, very calm again.

He just opened the bedroom door, actually. He barked/howled softly at the ceiling, posturing in a way similar to dancing Snoopy, stopped, performed a dance of many subtle hip gyrations, and then said, "Gotta doody." He giggled, chatted for a moment, and went back to the living room. But that's all. And I'm honestly wondering just what he's eating that has increased his tryptophan intake or if he's found some quiet, deeply personal practice that has soothed him down and away from the usual mania. Outside those two possibilities, I'm drawing a blank.

If he's doing this to make me paranoid, it's working. My poor soul.

Alright. I'm off to it.