Today I went back to work.

And when I say that, I mean, at the best job in the world, once again. The lady whose maternity leave I filled last year (who came back early) has gone again, and I have another six month contract. And it is still the best job. And it was so good to be back.

I'm sleepy tonight. But it's good. I know that tomorrow I get to go to work and be happy. Miguel is off to Europe with Kirsten tomorrow, he's chaperoning the high school tour of the Canadian battlefields, and they're both excited. And Ian's going to Yellowknife on Friday for a cadet rifle-shooting competition. So next weekend Rachel and I will be having Easter dinner with the two husbands left behind by the female chaperones. We're going to cook a turkey.