My day, in no particular order:
1. My spine still feels sore and creaky, kind of wrongly attached, although a good rogering from the osteo yesterday has eased the pain a bit. Keith has gone off to soccer practice, with his foot strapped, his welts festering and a hopeful attitude. Damn, but we're attractive.
2. Last night I dreamed that I won a government contract to train Japanese Yazuka gang members into baby sleep-training nurse consultants. I told Keith this morning and he said bitterly 'That would never happen here.' Our administration has no imagination.
3. We're watching 'The Lonely Goatherd' five times a day so Ivy and Ted can dance to it. Today, looking for a better version, I found this. Raquel Welch + Miss Piggy + feminist anthem = interweb gold.
4. My cousin Nat gave birth to a baby boy today, Edward Jack. Welcome to the world, Mr Ed! We're so happy to have you.