Pete's aunt and uncle showed up, stayed for awhile, then left. Someone set off a small amount of firecrackers. The college kids woo-hooed and cheered. The storm came through slowly, bringing wind and rain, and Finn slept through most of it. We did not. Surprisingly, I could handle the sounds of nature, but the sounds of nature's children were obnoxious. When Kicky McThrashy stirred, we pulled him into bed, as usual, and he did his bed dance. Luckily, we are in a king sized, but he's a sleep hurricane.
It's nice not to have diapers to wash or work to do, but I was sleeping better at home.
The weather is breezy and mostly cloudy, but I bet those clouds will roll over soon.
But it's 6:50 a.m., and SuperWhine is mewling incessantly. Nothing is right, and every circumstance must be met with fake crying. It's about the last thing either of us want to hear right now.
Earl has passed over. Finn is here.