We've had a few days already where it feels like fall. Our tree in the backyard has nearly lost all its leaves. And Geoff has already bought a second snow shovel, since you never know.
I've been feeling really worn down the last two weeks. Miles hasn't been sleeping well, and it's taking a toll on me. Pray for me, and for Miles to start sleeping better. Thankfully last night he only woke once.
A busy week ahead. Tomorrow I'm taking the boys to the zoo, and Wednesday I have to take Honey Cat to the vet for her check-up. Kevin is working here this week, so he's crashing with us. We'll try to do a dinner out on Wednesday night, perhaps to the Bull & Bush Pub. Haven't been back there in probably two years, so it will be neat.
Geoff has his marathon on Sunday, and he's convinced it's going to snow. Snow I can deal with, if it rains, I'll be upset. In the event of rain, we might not make it to watch. I just can't wrangle kids, umbrellas, and a sign.
The end of the month with bring Diane & Grandma Joyce here. This will be the first time Grandma Joyce will meet her two great grandkids. I'm very happy for her, as who knows when we would make it up to Ottawa.
Also at the end of the month is Kevin & Alison's move. I am excited for that, and we've already welcomed them (and Kevin's mom) to join us for Thanksgiving.
Speaking of which, Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian family & friends.
I'm going to close with a quote from Anchorman.
Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast.
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch.
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn't it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart.
Ron Burgundy: I saw that. Brick killed a guy. Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.
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