I really should log the events of the day here. Been quite interesting, even if hot, long and boring at times. But truth be told, I just want to go to sleep. Hopefully the day can be recorded later.

Should mention the sorta-surprise guest that came struggling through the front door after six-thirty this morning, as I was trotting naked from the shower to the bedroom.

Youngest son.

Alone. Fortunately.

Just dropping off a full bag of laundry.

Really. Just finished his first week of the second year of university, and already a huge bag of laundry. And mind you, all he did was drop off the clothes, hug his heeler and his mother (in that order), then hop in the turquoise car and head off again. For a three-day weekend in the Beehive State with a group of band members (where one has headed off to college, I assume).

We'll presumably see him again briefly Monday evening, on the return leg.

He'll be expecting the laundry to be clean and folded.

It will be. Wife has two loads running right now.