Gavin loves to tell me that he’s too busy.  “I’m sorry, I can’t brush my teeth right now, I’m busy playing trains.”

“No, thank you, I’m not hungry.  I’m fine.  I’m just busy watching a movie.”

“I’m too busy to go to bed.”

And he is busy.  He’s very busy being engaged.  I get this.  The constant working of gears.  I’m busy thinking, while I’m sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling.  I’m completely busy.  It may look like I’m doing nothing, but I’m working here nonetheless.

And, on the good days, somebody acknowledges, “Of course you’re busy.  Good work here with the train playing, movie watching, couch sitting.  Just keep at it!”

On the good days, someone gets it, and articulates the getting beautifully:  Out in Print Review of A FIELD GUIDE TO DECEPTION.