erica walked to smiths barefoot on flooded sidewalks. she watched rescue helicopters swoop like they were fighting king kong. she got home and took a really long shower. it was a wet, wet day. of special note: a wet brain. wet with ideas.

when one looks at her husband one does not think, "he must be good at math." but one night, ever the chameleon, jayc dreamt about physics and woke up and wrote a mind blowing twenty line treatise under the working title "parallel lines are equidistant" and scared the living spam out of her. she must ask for special permission to savor these theorms here. until then, indulge her in the first two of her own:

1. all it takes is confidence to be competent.
2. there is no such thing as confidence.

sleep deprivation prevails and she must leave you now. but don't worry, she's just going to sleep, she's not going to die. tonight.