I’m at home today– and running to the pediatrician, and the pharmacy– with a sick kid. Elizabeth woke up in the middle of the night with an earache, and was up until 4. One of those times I’m glad to be a knowledge worker: give her some crayons and a drink, and me an Internet connection or something to read, and I run the risk of being able to get something done. A remarkable difference from when I was sick: if Mom had to take a day off, that was a lost day at the factory, with no chance to time-shift and make it up later.