What
a great day. It really behooves me that the boy can misbehave so
terribly in school and yet is an absolute doll at home. I don't get
it... anyways...
We
had a really good day on the road, or air as the case may be. Despite
having little sleep last night, I managed to keep crazy at bay and kept
it together. Boy is a natural traveler and he does it well. He was
agreeable all day, interested in the world around him and asked some
really great questions. On the plane he was occupied by "Half Naked
Animals". Apparently this is some sort of pre-school comedy show,
because Laur reported on several occasions that he was in stitches.
We
arrived safely in Halifax and were pleasantly surprised by Hertz car
rental. Instead of the economy class car we had requested, they hooked
us up with a VW Routan ("Oh! A min-eeeee van!", said the boy, his eyes
like saucers). It's nice to have a real-world test drive of a vehicle
neither of us would ever choose (VW teamed with Chrysler to make this
incarnation of a turd-box), but the boy is super happy.
In
fact, he was so happy that on the drive from the airport to the
property he promptly fell asleep. We stopped, had a brief repast at
Swiss Chalette (by deliberately mispronouncing the name you will be
joining us in our weirdness), and carried on to the Valley.
We took a brief walk on the property, up to the creek and back, then came checked into the hotel to hunker down 'til morning.
Laur and the boy are sleeping. I am currently wondering why I took a 2 hour power nap after supper. Laur
was contentedly working on some non-nonsensical (to me) work issue, and the boy was
plugged into a My Little Pony episode or two. What was I to do, but
close my eyes and drift off.
At
1030 (local) everyone else came to bed. Naturally, I was now wide
awake. I tossed and turned for about an hour before getting. No sense
in Laur having a crappy sleep because I can't get comfortable.
So
here I sit, numb-bum on the edge of the tub, using the bathroom vanity
as a makeshift desk, hiding out with Marina. Ok, I'm the one hiding.
The toilet isn't making any special effort to conceal itself.
Yeah, the toilet has a name.
I don't think I can pee here anymore.
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