BACK HOME AGAIN, I played with Fitz for a while, to his excitement. It was one of those fishing line type of toys—a stick attached to a string and a dangling furry-looking doll that was meant to resemble prey of some kind. The fake prey also made chittering sounds that made Fitz positively wild. He kept pouncing on the creature until he wore himself out and trotted over to a sunbeam.
I picked up Rebecca and curled up on the sofa. I read happily for the next couple of hours, then decided I probably needed to get some stuff done around the house. Housework was never my favorite thing to do, but I could make myself more enthusiastic about it if I created a list of things I needed to accomplish. That way, I could tick off the items as I completed them. It was silly, but it gave me a sort of r
