So...

I was having a bit of an afternoon nap on the couch(yes, I'm old; shut it, all of you), and was woken up by a toddler jumping on me. (Right for the ribs, as per usual.) Since I was fairly sure said toddler was still on Muir and would be nowhere near this side of the pond in the immediate future, this was rather a pleasant surprise. As was the equally red-haired wife who is currently reading me the riot act about the lack of food in the fridge.

I'm finding it difficult to type because Rachel is doing her limpet thing again. You'd think it had been weeks since she'd seen me, or something like that. We're still not taking her anywhere near New York for a while, but it's so nice to have her here.

Moira's being obscure about the reasons behind the Sunday arrival, though.