An odd day at work.
Lots of little fires to put out. I'm bouncing from task to task, so without a sense of continuity I don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything.
In Home News, the furnace/ac/heat pump/new ductwork are all in. It's a unique experience for me to set a temperature on my thermostat and feel the difference in just a few minutes. I can actually hold my hand over a register and feel air coming out of it. I have to rebuild the closet they destroyed to run ductwork to the attic; I'd been planning to convert it to a linen closet anyway, so no harm no foul.
At the moment it's just important for me to cover the large gaping hole that leads into the bowels of my furnace and sits right beside my two year old son's room. Right now, there's a cardboard sheet that gives the illusion of coverage, but he's a smart kid. I fear he'll discover the façade and start dropping a large portion of Fisher Price inventory into the heating system.
Been walking a mile each morning, and making the effort to drop back down to my fighting weight. (Those that know me well just snerked into their drinks over the modifier "fighting". One wonders why.) I have the goal of 180 pounds by White Hart, easily do-able if I stay on track.
Pregnancy weight isn't just for girls, you know. Neither is weight gain due to stress.
My daughter turned six this morning. She's smart, theatrical, loves me like no other human being ever has, and I'm very proud of how she's getting on.
That's all for now.