Samuel got his cast off last week. He now walks with a fairly pronounced limp, like a WWII veteran or something. It kinda breaks my heart a little bit. But he's able to walk around, and can do stairs as long as he's holding on to a railing or a hand, and he's been enjoying his re-acquired freedom. He got some new, light-up shoes yesterday, which is one of the things that he's always wished for. He's also always wished for a toy trash boat (he sees the trash boat when we go to the harbor and the boat is driving around pulling trash out of the water). I have looked, and I think that a toy trash boat doesn't exist, so I don't think he'll be getting that one.
Finishing up a long, crazy-houred week at work. Hopefully next week will be less crazy. But yesterday we discovered that the building next to ours is replacing a damaged transformer at exactly the time that our next show is opening, and that when they shut off the transformer is will cut power to our building. So that's a bit of an issue that we need to solve before Friday.
Nothing else to report. Tired mired. Ready to join the Jeanners in bed.
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