Off the Cliff

Given that I'm working on a cold-- or working on not having a cold, which involves sleep, dope, water, and bowel-tolerance levels of vitamin C-- imagine how happy I was to show up at work and discover three guys away, including the Logistics Baby, and two of the remaining seven acclimatising with their mothers. No need for a fourth body, so the fourth body took herself down Huron for more dumplings and afternoon reading.

(The Logistics Baby is the happy shrieker whose logistics mess up our ratios, since he needs to feed and sleep when he needs to feed and sleep and not a moment later. Otherwise he shrieks unhappily, which actually sounds the same, and sets all the other children off. I love him, but if this were repeated tomorrow, I should not be sorry.)
( About those Lovecraft Holmes stories )