And I thought my dogs were bad.

... for arrested development, that is. I have about six posts stacked up in my brain, with photos stored up in the camera, to boot--I've been trying not to goof off. But I just have to let fly with this one: I've been working with some authors for about four weeks now, and getting the materials they are supposed to provide has been a struggle. I am repeating my simple requests to them with increasing frequency and urgency as our mutual deadlines draw nearer.  Each time I repeat my simple request, I get some incremental bit of cooperation, but never completely what I need. I have to have faith that patiently repeating myself  will eventually yield the desired result, and I imagine that having a two-year-old must be like this.

Or am I really enacting that definition of insanity, where you keep doing the same thing and expecting a different result?