in the Rowan household. The little pitter patter of feet has ceased (at least until someone has to "P"), the even flow of thoughts has returned to my tired brain, and all is quiet - save the sound of the fans that are doing little more than push the heat of the day from room to room. Now it's time to get down to business and write for the five minutes I have left before I pass out from exhaustion. Happy writing, night-owls!!!