Eight-legged Freak

My Monday began at 4am. A spider fell off the ceiling and on to my face. Could've been worse.

Flash back to the weekend. Tamie was up in Wyoming with our two youngest kids (Willow and G.) for three days for a family reunion. I put Willow to bed on Sunday night. She normally goes down without a fuss but she was having none of that last night. She just wanted Dad to hold her, which I did for about a half hour until she drifted off.

I also made some serious headway on

I have a super-human amount of work to do today so I'm hoping for an hour or two of sleep.