I remember as a kid, being able to tell the difference between my parents by the cadences of creaking as they walked down the hall outside my bedroom. I also remember occasionally sneaking to the top of the stairs to eavesdrop on the post-kid portion of a dinner party. (Sorry Mom, sorry Dad!) Pretty sure I was significantly younger, though.
Things are chugging along here – I’m getting faster, but somehow further behind. Hopefully the two curves will intersect, and I’ll eventually be lazing by a poolside, fanned by palm fronds and eating hand-peeled grapes while my webcomic auto-posts updates from my enormous cache of finished pages. (Yeah. That’s never going to happen. I sunburn too easily!)