Well, the fire is starting to wind down and I need to be up to go to work in the morning. I’m hoping that I’m well enough to go in but I’m not holding my breath. I never got as much rest today as I needed to get but Ann was in worse shape than I and Jack still requires too much supervision. It will be nice when we can tell him to go downstairs and play and let us *both* sleep a bit. Oh, who am I kidding? He’ll be in the room every five minutes looking for help with something, asking a question, wanting to show us stuff, etc. He’s far too interested in other people and their reactions and thoughts, etc. And I love it. Even if it means I will never get a nap or be able to sleep in for another… um… 16 or so years…
Where was I? Right. Sleep. As in, I’m going to go to. Now.