Back in the saddle, now get me out

The snow did indeed fall last night, with a layer of freezing rain in the middle of it all. So, I have to admit to being delighted when Lucas’s mum emailed and said she would be happy to take the boys to the assessments at Ottawa University, and bring them back. I rolled over, quite contentedly, until I realised I had work to do. So, at 7am, there I was in front of my ancient laptop, working.
 
A reasonable morning’s work, which morphed into a reasonable afternoon’s work too. Ottawacker Jr. happily came home from football and decided he’d go and earn his money by shovelling the neighbours’ drives. He demanded to see his savings account when he got back and, much to my chagrin, he has more in his account than I have in mine.
 
After the work came the list of chores. These included filling in a health questionnaire for The Ottawa Hospital for my impending hip replacement. How do I identify? Faaaaaaaark, are there ever a lot of choices these days? I’m not sure what half of them are? I’m not sure how it will help my surgeon to replace my hip if I identify as gay or lesbian. I’m staunchly vanilla, is that good? Bad? Meaningless? Isn’t it all meaningless? I mean, people are what they are. Do I drink more than 5 units of alcohol per week? Per week? Faaaaaaaark…. I’ve had more than five at lunch. What medications am I on? Wait, wait – why isn’t this PDF saving to my hard drive… no, help. Make that six units…
 
Had an evening relaxing in front of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, during which Ottawacker Jr. critiqued one of Spielberg’s special effects (when the prop plane crashes into a cliff on the other side of the Himalayas). I looked at him aghast. Doesn’t he know that these special effects were right on the cutting edge of technology when I first watched this film?