Jason Grant: The day starts with duelling wonder and woe negotiating my three-year-old daughter’s wardrobe. Then me or my partner Catherine, dropping our five-year-old son at school on the way to work. Work is meetings, admin, designing, Skyping, sometimes lecturing, writing, reading, a tofu bahn mi from Kim Thanh bakery and trying to make it home in time for the children’s bath. Getting leaped upon by little people who wrap their limbs around you like koalas in a gum tree to break your heart with joy every single time. Then it’s catching up and hanging out with Catherine, and either karate training over the river, more work, iView, or, depending on babysitting availability, a gig or dinner with friends. Before the quicksand of unremembered dreams it’s a heroic but vain attempt to read more than a paragraph of whatever’s underway.