Twenty-Four Hours 01/Dec/2007

In about two hours, there will be a running clock. I have twenty-four hours of freedom.

86,400 seconds of kidless bliss.

I’m off to meet some pretty amazing bloggers, do some pretty amazing interviews for mamaspod and discuss deep things like global warming, social healthcare, abortion.

Or, maybe just drink a shitload of wine and talk about last week’s Grey’s Anatomy and my flabby post-partum baby... Read more