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Did we just have a weekend, because it really doesn't seem like there was one this week. You know what else? As of this minute, Dave has been up for 29 hours and 45 minutes. Because he didn't go to sleep last night. Because apparently he's forgotten that he doesn't *go* to college, he *teaches* kids who are in college.

This morning I forgot to put the lid down on the washing machine so when I ran down to move all of our towels to the dryer, I was greeted with a washer full of water and wet towels. Oops. It's been a while since I've done that.

We're all feeling better here. Well, except for Dave who's been up for 29 hours and 48 minutes. This morning Henry watched "Cars" and I tried to get some more Christmas Thank You cards written and talked on the phone with my mom. Then the rest of the day leading up to naptime was spent eating lunch, reading books, drawing xylophones/helicopters/airplanes, and talking about how at Christmas Grandpa would turn on the light over the piano for Henry, a fact that was brought up, seemingly randomly, by the young man himself, who at the time was enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich. I don't know how or if the two are connected, but I'm not making any assumptions one way or the other.

I remembered yesterday that January is Jane Austen month on PBS, just in time to catch "Northanger Abbey" on Masterpiece Theater. I've never read the book, so I don't know how the two compare, although probably pretty favorably since Andrew Davies did the screenplay, but it sure did end abruptly. In three sentences the main character was married, had a baby, and celebrated her sister-in-law's marriage, the end. Of course, how can a story go wrong when the main love interest has a name as fine as "Henry"?