Someday we’re going to live in a place where good sushi isn’t readily accessible. I’m not looking forward to that, but I can’t really see making sushi a deal-breaker when looking for a place to live. Not that we’re looking right now. Still, sad day ahead.
You know what’s not sad (or who, I should say)? Erik and Margaret’s teeny baby when I’m holding her. We went to their place yesterday to meet adorable little Corinne, and I surprised us all by turning into Supersitter!. Supersitter! took the baby (who was fighting her nap) when we got arrived, and Supersitter! swung and bounced her while we chatted in the kitchen, and then Supersitter! soothed wee baby Corinne right to sleep, head buried in Supersitter!’s armpit (which seemed odd to Supersitter!, but what can you do?). It certainly wasn’t Supersitter!’s arms that got tired or Supersitter!’s stomach that was growling – those things don’t happen to Supersitter!. It was a nice afternoon. Good to see them all.
Then I spent last night and most of today getting ahead on my homework. Exciting. And apropos of absolutely nothing (but courtesy of The Bloggess), here are some otters that look like Benedict Cumberbatch.