Cycle to school; and then - oh the joy - the annual rah rah rah rousing meeting from the heads of departments. Sample "before you take a sick day, think about the impact on your colleagues who will have extra work to do because you're not there"
So you think we're skiving, yeah? Gee thanks, that encourages me to work harder for you' knowing you're letting people away with skiving. 

Then out; a southside to Polwarth kinda morning; then home to try and lessen the pile of work in my tray. (I also managed a belt and a quick swoop around Summerhall to look at Burns related exhibitions there; Graham Fagan caught the eye.)

An afternoon of quiet industry and it was off out to fetch the boys; more Exploding Kittens, the never ending cycle of laundry and cooking and MOTD; finally.  (Needless to say I didn't last the pace zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)