Am I awake yet?
It's been an exhausting week thus far. Dave is madly preparing for a conference and has been working until 1 or 2AM the last three nights. Poor guy. Add on top of that a kid who's teething and waking up at both midnight and 3 or 4, a wife who can't sleep until you're home (probably good practice for when Henry's a teenager and out on the town), and what you've got is a household full of somewhat cranky people. So, every time I put Henry down for his naps I'm faced with the choice of crawling into bed and catching a few z's, or trying to get something done, like weeding the flower bed or updating the website or taking a shower. Naturally, I've been crawling into bed. I haven't been able to nap, but it's nice to just zone out for a while and daydream.
We're going to be going to Boston next week. Henry and I are going to check out an apartment in Salem that we're trying to rent while we're there for Dave's sabbatical next semester. I'm looking forward to kicking around town for a day, checking out everything in bloom, eating some cookies from the local cookie place, and generally reveling in the good old days from when we lived there. It's probably going to rain all day, meaning Henry and I will run from the commuter rail to the apartment complex, then run back to the train station, not having seen a thing. That's generally how it works out. I guess I'm feeling a bit doomsdayish today.