Everything's fine. We're just boringly busy. Duchess's 11th birthday is just around the corner, and she acts more like a stereotypical teenager every day, complete with surly snarling, sullen sulking, and snarky superiority. She doesn't play with Skipper much anymore, and Skipper is grieving over the loss. Skipper is, however, expanding confidently and happily into her own world of school and aftercare, and finding her own place.
The weather has turned wintry, cold and rainy and dark. Cook keeps procrastinating putting the fenders on his bike, but I think he'll have to give in and do that this weekend. I have given up bike commuting for the season, and am very content to listen to podcasts on the warm, dry bus.
That is all.
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