I was really hoping for a boy this time. Ah, well. And I think it's time to put away the jug of green juice and let Errol and Kate live the rest of their days in peace and quiet. Wish I could join them there, too. I'm thinking of creating an entirely new neighborhood, a truly alien world (can't wait for Spore,) and introducing a guy named Pharaoh Farrow into it. That's pronounced Fa ro (long a, long o) Farrow (like barrow in wheelbarrow). I suppose that's all now perfectly clear. Oh, nevermind, I'm just day dreaming. The story, Ironsides, and before that, I,Sim and Dear Emmy, anchored my evenings and occupied my dreams. I feel at loose ends now, cast adrift. But I must not allow myself to be caught up in another story at the moment. Must be strong until at least October. Must be strong...
