Kids upstairs, relaxing.  Would take them outside but, 1, I’m working, kind of, a 2 it’s raining still a bit.

Lots of files and documents and notepads open on laptop, all for 2025.  Can’t help but complain and be fearful of how quick time moves.  It is a monster, a thief.  Jack is going to be fucking THIRTEEN next year.  Emma just turned nine, which blows my mind, and Henry is four with the wit of a five or six or even seven year old.