I'm having another bout of homesickness here. I'm just not where I belong.

Nothing's coming together for this CoC.

Drwam big, Citizens.

I splurged on a $16 beer last night, an imperial stout from Deschutes, to celebrate/lament the fact that my best friend at work is moving on. She ended up having a family come up and we didn't see her last night, but hey, that beer sure did kill.

Our architect has a milestone birthday today, Citizens.

The needs of another employee allowed me to have two days off in a row, starting with this one.

Sour Cream's scarlet fever spots are back and she's out of school again. This is the worst.

It's not a thing. It's late, though.

Sour Cream is back at school after the longest layoff either of my kids have ever had.