Early to Bed,... Why Bother?

Kristina and I have recently discussed and agreed, at the tail-end of long days, that we are both so exhausted that we have become grumpy and angry. For Teen, work has been filled with nothing but report cards and difficult kids, and for me, it's been nothing but Incomplete Reports and, of course, difficult kids.

We're tired.

So now, after what seems to have been an endless number of days and nights of marking, organizing, and hunting kids down for assignments, I managed to award myself the opportunity to go to bed early. 9-o'clock early.

So, pumped full of Tylenol-3 for a headache and sore back, I trundle off to bed and leave Teen do deal with the dogs. But now after a 2:15am wake up whine from Kirby, and a 45-minute toss & turn in bed, I still can't get back to Never-Neverland.

So what's the point of going to bed early? I may just as well have gone to bed at midnight and wake-up with Philip Till telling me about the state of our water supply.

Which brings me to the weather...

Pretty sucky, eh?

For anyone living outside our 778,... er... 604 area code, you'll be surprised to hear that Vancouver and the rest of the Lower Mainland is now in Week 2 or 3 (I've lost track) of 40 Days and 40 Nights.

If our zoo wasn't actually an aquarium, I'd suggest that someone had better build a boat and start packing it full of animals.

Because of all of the rain and storms, the local watersheds have suffered extreme "turbidity" (the latest catch-word) thereby resulting in a region-wide water-ban and boil-water advisory.

Luckily for most of us, the water bad ended after a little more than a day, but therre are still some ("some" meaning 1+ million) unlucky people like Mom & Dad and Rob & Shannon in Vancouver that are still living (if you can call it that) without tap water.



Well, good nig-- morning, then. I think I hear Kirby whining again.