A Study In Natural Forces....

You can tell when Emma has been in my office. Or should I say "her" office. She's the embodiment of entropy. Toys packed in boxes gradually disappate throughout the house. And, like entropy, she has no energy left to put them back and pleads with you to carry her up to bed, where she bounces, cavorts and giggles while you try to read her a bedtime story... Entropy is tricky stuff.