she sits on a little chair and uses the piano bench as her desk and writes squiggly lines across pages and pages of paper. She stresses out about it, says, “I’m not going to finish it before Grandma leaves!” or “I need to finish it before we go camping!” She won’t say what it’s about. Yesterday she was sitting at the kitchen table bemoaning the fact that her book wasn’t going to be done before Grandma leaves and I said, “So go work on it.” And she said, “I can’t, I need a snack first.” It is incredibly mind-blowing to me how she stresses herself out exactly like I do even though I almost never talk about working on my book and I never worry out loud about getting it done/how it’s never going to be done, etc. And needing a snack in order to work! This is me too. It is hilarious, and also a little bit disturbingly mirror-like.