The new job is going wonderfully well. Still pinching myself.
There is one downside of my job, however, is the very dry but daily awareness that there are people out there having less than stellar things going on in their lives.
But then, there are diamonds and there are stones everywhere, it seems.
Paris' week, however, has had its fantastic moments - and those in the not so fantastic realm.
She told me tonight about some of the things that may be connected to her bad dreams in the last few nights.
She feels so deeply sometimes.
(Hey, she is now 9 - there are still some things that she feels shallowly or not at all.
This is one of the "fantastic" things she has brought home from school this week -
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The currency in TF land has had its highs and lows over the years (sometimes fuelled by the guilt of tardiness)
And the cover has been blown for longer than she has been alive.
The tooth that fell out tonight was a pretty interesting one. Whether through natural wear of the movement of position that braces and headgear have wrought, it wasn't as smooth, or indeed as molarish as one would have expected. And I hope that she will be chuffed that TF recognised this. And I hope that she knows that TF is on her side toon.
