Just the usual, really - work, long PGYSA phone calls, more work, soccer, dinner, trying to get boys to go to bed, trying to stop Spike eating the green yoga mat, wishing I'd had time to do shovelling so I wouldn't have to get up at 6 tomorrow to do it.
You know the kind of thing.
It snowed fairly heavily all morning, but cleared up later. There's a nice new layer everywhere, except in the driveway, where I've already driven it flat - oh well.
There's a message on the phone from a prospective therapy client; I need to make sure we don't erase it. I'll call them tomorrow and explain that you're away.
Next blog: I'll work on Conor's spelling, and attention to detail. To be fair to him, it was a bit late by the time we did it, and his heart wasn't really in it. He's going to Braden's after school tomorrow, so I wonder if it will be just as late tomorrow - we'll see.
Hope Aberdeen isn't too cold, and we'll try to talk to you - perhaps around breakfast time...
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