Tired and a little blue.

Ok.

An old man on our street, one of our neighbours, who I saw yesterday outside enjoying the sunshine, died today at lunchtime. Chuck sang along with the sirens of the ambulances.

Friends in Toronto had to put down their beautiful loving old dog.

My boss has been away all week tending to a dying/very ill aunt.

One of my students has been away all week tending to a dying father.

Went to the school meeting at Youngest's school. That super school-y project I was kivetching about? The kids asked to do it and designed it themselves!!! They got the list of topics off the wiki page. That isn't so bad, and I would have been less grumpy about it had I known.

I get frustrated that my Spanish mobile keeps sending me messages in Spanish that I cannot understand.

We met the goats again in the mountains today. One mama had a still-wet baby trailing after her and meeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhing for all he was worth. Another pair were hanging out in the long grass waiting for little 'un's legs to pick up speed. Sadly no pictures, I didn't bring the camera. Even if I had though, Chuckalicious was hauling me h*ll for leather in the other direction in mortal fear of all the shepherd's dogs.

Youngest's bedroom still stinks and the girls are still rooming together. Semi-happily.

Youngest's teacher described the class as being "very". They do everything very much. It they are happy they are very happy; if they are working, they work very hard; if they are angry, they are very angry. It certainly seems to describe Youngest well.

I find it hard to describe how embarrased Eldest is by my mere existence.

At least I am giving her something to complain about in therapy when she is older.