Dear diary,
- It is over 20-degrees in the HRM today, corresponding nicely to the first Bag Of Hammers ultimate Frisbee game of the season, which is now guaranteed to be a sore and sweaty one. If this is the last post you ever read from me, know that I died mid-game, in an awe-inspiring heroic pose (probably while dropping something).
- An early ultimate game, while a pain to get to in a timely manner, means that I should be able to make post game beers and still get home for Game 4 puck drop. Nice. I will, however, miss Lydia's feeding and bedtime. Not so nice.
- I received my CBC mug in the mail. While still perfectly functional, it is smaller than the website photo had me believe and as such, I am the envy of no one at the office.
- At home, Lydia is about to crown what appears to be four (!) new teeth from her upper gums. This must be quite painful and thus - not to sound like a broken record - is having the obvious consequences on both our sleep schedules and collective sanity. Tylenol for everyone!
- While I waste away at work, Terri and the Little Miss are doing fun stuff like walking around Shubie Park, strolling to the local Tims to hang with the truckers and characters, frolicking with the other kiddies, and sunning on the grass. Stay tuned for the photo evidence, which highlights both her blinding cuteness and my absence.
- The group of guys I played guitar with until fatherhood shifted my evening priorities have recruited my (apparently more ambitious) replacement and now have a gig lined up. Y'all should attend with me - July 23rd at The Frigate. I have been promised free beers (sweet).
- When will I get my first period? Why am I not like the other girls? I am so frustrated I could cry...
Tah.
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