My Rambling Row80 Check-in: A Familiar Squeeze Lately, it seems like all I do is scramble from work, to home, to bed, to work, to home, to bed, to work, to home, to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat – that’s it. Meanwhile, I’m trying to squeeze my own creative life into any spare cracks I can find. I lived like this for years when I was raising my step-daughter and her father was perpetually unemployed. So, this is not a new type of situation. It is, however, one that I made a huge decision not to repeat after my divorce. My…