First of all, I apologize. Today’s post is going to be late. I have no excuses, but I do have a couple of reasons. This week, you see, has been personally momentous in a way heretofore yet unexperienced in my life. Working Title Pascoe is breathing air. The young master seems inordinately healthy, actually. Mellow, even, though I’m mostly waiting for him to tap into his inner fiend and discover the joys of inopportune timing. Mrs. Dave is doing well, though we both seem to be a little short on rest, at the moment. For some reason.
As to today’s post, I am working on a thing, and that thing will be up later. I need to do some things to maintain sanity this morning, and then WT has an appointment with a pediatrician. I’d have thought they got enough information from him during the torture sessions at the hospital. The young man is chatty enough. We shall see what further secrets he has to divulge.