Last week I was feeling very under the weather. I only made it into the studio for two very unproductive hours. My body refused to cooperate with my brain, which was swimming with plans and schemes. What's a girl to do? I climbed into bed, gathering my knitting, sketchbook, resources and trusty clunker of a laptop. Then, between children crawling in next to me for help with school, a report on their sibilings' behavior or just for a snuggle, the Google documents began.