Once upon a time I was an anthropologist; I spent my days talking to people about their health and beliefs when I wasn't working with skeletal remains. It was a good life.
Now I'm rearing a two-year-old boy, a three-year-old dog, a one-year-old cat, a thirty-year-old man, a twenty-three-year-old man, and maybe even a twenty-seven-year-old man. It's hard to say, but hey! Welcome to the Polyandry House!
To keep myself sane, I write, I read, and study -- you know, things like mythology, religion and Latin.