Came home last night to find the baby answer book opened to a page that said something like "endless crying," so that's what it's been like around here.

Also, we have router problems with our ethernet. Meaning: our net access is being routed into the ether. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not. We're being routed! No time or patience for any of this.

Still feel like I have a ten pound rock in my stomach, which makes it hard to bend over. Since most of work is "bending over", this makes for a trying week. Now, if we could route the endless crying, there might be hope.


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