Katherine’s primary title remains Little Miss Entropy (maximizing disorder wherever she goes), but she’s also gaining personal renown as the Piping Voice of My Conscience.
To wit, sitting here, working from home, I would normally be inclined to be nibbling on stuff. Chips (many, many potato chips around here). Cookies (thank you, Girl Scouts everywhere). Any other number of things.
But I can’t. Because Katherine will want some. And I’m trying to minimize her inter-meal snacking, which means I end up minimizing my own.
Which, yeah, is a Good Thing. But it’s still mildly irksome.