Coops goes under tomorrow morning to get some teeth extracted. Poor bubs has some periodontal disease that’s developed over the past couple years despite the fact that we brush his teeth, dental chews, stuff in his water…sigh. We didn’t do good enough, I guess. But...

I’m all thumbs tonight because Joy has decided I am her pillow and she’s not moving. She’s currently on her back, belly up, in the position we like to call “rotisserie chicken,” because that’s what it looks like. She’s such a snug. Today felt like the first normal day...

Sheesh. Another exceedingly busy day. Work-wise, writing-wise, socially, helping Liz…busy day. But I got everything done I set out to. I’m beat, though, so we’re cutting it short tonight. Alastair is off on Sunday to Vancouver to shoot God of War, so we had a little...