A Sigh is Heard

We're home. SG has some sort of stomach bug (or maybe it's just late-blooming air sickness). YG tried her best to convince me that there's no school tomorrow (there is). It was a long week, I got a lot done, but there's still more to do. SG got to see Chorus Line on Broadway; YG got to have sleepovers with her cousin and an old friend; I got to see my brother get tipsy (the old tenants had left an astonishing array of half-empty bottles of single malt behind), and got to flabbergast my father by taking down the Tiffany lamp ("Don't you think your brother should do that?" he asked. "Me?!?" my brother said, panicking). Tomorrow I get Emily back from the Dog Hotel.

Then I have to make a whole lot of phone calls.

The taxes are done. The laundry is being washed. I'm bery tired.