Around here we usually wake up around 6:30 am to Henry’s complaints. He asks to be let out of the room, but has not learned how to open the door himself. I’m sitting on the couch in the living room with half an eye closed. Henry stares at me with an impish face covered with ink. In a father-son compromise meant to give me the time to write this blogpost, I gave him a rare treat: pen and paper.

Fail…

Thus begins my Day of DH 2012. Read more….