Back at work after the long Canada Day weekend. Late, because we got up late this morning, because we got in late last night, because we went to Dunrobin for Canada Day fireworks, and didn't get home until after 11. Not sure I'm ready to be at work. How do I know this? Well maybe the fact that I have yet to type a complete sentence (you know, with a subject and a verb and some articles and stuff). Or that I was standing, half asleep, in the corridor outside my office this morning, getting mildly annoyed that I couldn't open the lock on my office door. And then realizing that it was unlikely to happen as I was pointing my car remote at the door and pressing 'unlock' repeatedly.
Bring. Me. Coffee.
And big thanks to all of you for all the kind words about Leah. The first night was definitely the worst. The fact that she had the appliance in on the Thursday of a long weekend helped, since it meant that she did a lot of activities that tired her out, and I let her stay up later than usual, which tired her out. We're not home-free yet, but it's getting better.