I didn’t notice when I stopped writing. It happened because of a scheduling disruption too ordinary to complain about, no matter how enormous the effect: I lost childcare for my infant daughter. Also: I was pregnant again, although I didn’t know that yet. It took two months to find a new part-time babysitter and two more months to find someone reliable. What time I had to myself went to satisfying my responsibilities to other people. What time I had left after that went for napping, not writing.