It's just my job

Just a quick update to confirm I'm still around.


I just came down from upstairs, where Noah was screaming from his bed.

Mom, I have three problems.

Yes?

I have a problem with this sock [holds up sock], a problem with this toe because it's slippery, and, um, the moon lamp turned off. Those are my three problems.


I never did figure out what he meant by his 'slippery toe' but I assume it was that which led him to take off the sock in the first place. I just slipped off the other sock, problem solved. Reset the moon lamp which automatically turns off after thirty minutes.

See how useful I am?


I have a headache, and I'm constantly tired again. I can't think of anything witty to say about that. I'm closing in on the final weeks of a gigantic database migration at work that is consuming my every thought. I also can't think of anything witty to say about that unless there is some humor to be found in binder billing, which I'm fairly certain there is not.

So there.