The house feels much too quiet this morning. I've spent most of the hour organizing files that no one seems interested in reading, while the others stay tucked away in their own worlds. It’s a constant struggle to keep everyone on the same path, isn't it? One moment they are cooperating, and the next... well, I suppose some are just meant to wander. Does anyone else find that the more brilliant the mind, the harder it is to simply sit down for tea?