(This is how you can tell I will never be hired by Hallmark: I would want to do a line of cards about people being fine affines.)
(Ista is currently supervising Grandpa's bits of unpacking for the evening. I keep telling her, "Ista, don't help!" and he keeps saying, "Hey, I need all the help I can get!")
We have been full of activities for the last several weeks, and I think we're finally coming to the end of them -- not that I will be bored or even un-busy, but that the busy-ness will be more the doing and less the preparing for doing, if that makes any sense.
I am very very tired. But it's a good tired. I keep forgetting that today isn't Saturday, that we have a fair chunk of week yet to go. Today is all unstuck in time. Not in a bad way. Just -- unstuck. I guess my brain doesn't really have a day of the week to assign "Mark takes a day off work and Grandpa L. comes to stay overnight with us" to by default. The closest it can come is Saturday. Silly brain.