Spring.
The girls are now old enough to walk the dog.
Dad has much more energy now he is on dialysis.
Pearl is making marginally less fuss about doing her homework.
There are now choose-your-own-magic *Rainbow Fairy* books, a genre that amazed my children.
I am enjoying *Designated Survivor* and, to my surprise, *Lethal Weapon*.
Ruby shows no sign of the dyslexia which often accompanies NF1 and read me a scaaaary book about the daaaaark, daaaark wood last night.
Cannot think of any work-related happiness….. but the American election will, thank God, be over soon. It feels like it has loomed over everyone for months, years, possibly. And I’m not even American. Every time I open my social media or look at the news I am beset by new electoral lows and frantically implored to vote, which I totally would if I could.