“Work, work, work, work, work!” is the rest of that line.

Yeah, I haven’t had much in the way of time to write here today. Have pretty much either been preparing for, or been in, meetings since early this morning. With two quick breaks.

The first was to sprint outside as a fat raccoon was trotting his way down the driveway toward our unsuspecting chickens.

It’s almost like I just talked about this very thing yesterday...

The damn raccoon didn’t even have the decency to run. He just hissed at me and waddled off into the backyard. You know, given his size I’m beginning to wonder if he’s the one who murdered Chuck…he was certainly big enough.

Unfortunately I scoured our camera footage and didn’t get any videos or pictures of him. The only footage I did get was me stomping out of the house barefoot, shouting and raising my arms, and then uttering some rather choice NSFW language as I darted back into the house for the rifle.

He was long gone by the time I got back out.

The second break I took was to go pick up our car which was at the dealership having its brakes replaced/oil changed/etc. They helpfully gave us a loaner for the day while they worked on it which, as it turns out, was a rather good thing since Daphne had multiple accidents at school today and had to be picked up early as there were doubts about how well she was.

Now she did bump against the high 99s in the afternoon, but other than that she had no fever and seemed fine, if a little tired.

It would seem that we’re going to struggle intermittently with potty training for…well, the foreseeable future, I suppose. She had several accidents around the house over the weekend and another two last night, one of which was a full bladder emptying directly into our couch, narrowly missing the pads that we’d gone back to draping everywhere. And so our entire living room smells like a urinal…again.

Okay yeah. You can tell I’m a little tired.

On that note, I’m off to bed.

j.s.