The AT&T building always pops into my head when I hear something about Philip Johnson. He never seemed, to me, as old as he was -- and now he's dead at age 98. Architects don't age, to me -- I have no clue why that is. The buildings age.

Got home, made coffee and ate smoked salmon. Worked on part 2 of a freelance thing. Meeting the children at 2:10 inside our world, as usual. I always say "See you tomorrow," and now the children don't say, "Are you coming tomorrow?" They know I am talking about in the virtual world. I should go and take a nap. Or something.

I told tater how to change colors of rocks using hex codes -- he picks up on things quickly. I think maybe I want Josiah to go around putting rocks in appropriate spots, so maybe I'll have to have tater re-color the rocks since J isn't my student and I will have difficulty getting hold of him let alone explaining. Right now we have four boys and one girl - I think slug will drop it though, which is unfortunate.