September 21st, 2002


To repack toys, or at least give my feet some mercy.

Himself's recent shift change also means no more weekends for him for awhile. (If it's not denied, he's got four days of leave at the beginning of October; if it is, his wisdom teeth are coming out the 10th and he gets 2 days off to recover so he can at least watch her while I unpack.) Normally this wouldn't mean much, but right now, the house is stuck in a permanent state of semi-unpacked because I can't do any more without having to take my eyes off Laurel.

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