Ph. had another indoor soccer match this morning–Sunday morning–at 7:00
a.m.  A crazy-maker to scurry around so early on a weekend morning for a
sporting event.  They have two games left–both next Sunday afternoon;
following that we can get back to keeping pace with one sport at a time. 
Lacrosse runs until late May or early June.  And then a busy summer (me:
take one class, teach two), including D. and Ph. making a once-in-a-lifetime
trip to Kenya (I’ll say more another time).

Why Sunday, 7:00 a.m.?  Something to do with devout church-goers needing
to keep 9 ’til noon soccer-free, as I understand it.  There were just two 7
a.m. games on the schedule.  The other one was last week.  We managed
to miss the first half of that one.  Completely my fault. 
Team manager sent an email last Saturday reminding us the game was at 7 a.m.,
and I even responded to the note with a "We’ll be there!"  Only that in my
mind, 7:55 a.m. hijacked all other schedule awareness.  I discovered
the error and we sped over to the facility by 7:25 a.m.  Chalk it up to the
fail-at-parenting log, entry no. 992. 

Languor, too, in the sense that I’m slugging through a project this weekend. 
It’s felt like such a laborious stretch, but so much of that’s the result of my
own mania.  I care too much about getting this one right.  And instead
I’ve resorted to drafting a circular, winding, exploratory draft due for some
serious restructuring.  Should say I’m relieved that there’s time for that,
at least. 

In the extended entry I’ve folded yet another image experiment.  When I
downloaded Wink the other day I came across
WinMorph, a
freeware app for warping images or morphing two (or more) images and rendering
them into a short movie (Flash or MPG1).  Spectacular?  Either way,
something to be said for the irreconcilable ambiguity of conceptual (gone act-ual) blending.