stop worrying
Had to work with a colleague, whose noise level is already a nightmare when he's sitting. I have to deposit that i'd like to work alone when possible; it was this time.
The production we worked with needed a few extra things to be made possible for their idea of the show to work, and to everyone's surprise, we found easy solutions—heavy ones in the case of getting a section of the foyer lit, yet easy in terms of appeasing the technical authorities with placing hot lamps on stands near emergency exits.
Spent my lunch break listening to the orchestra rehearsing, this time with a vocalist; which wasn't bad, he has a great voice, yet felt like an instruction manual to what the other instruments were playing.
Left work early to get to the bazar Kirby's school was hosting. We bought cookies, and afterwards headed home to give Marvel Cosmic Invasion; after 20 minutes i admit i like Shredder's Revenge more, but Invasion feels like playing Streets of Rage or Final Fight.
All the beanies the Wife and Kirby made were sold.
Anyway, we'll try and get a few more minutes in next week.
Before bed he told the Wife, they don't have to throw me on the junkyard. When asked by me, when and how long this has been on their to-do list, i got a "It's not anymore, so stop worrying."
When the Wife asked Kirby, who their substitute teacher was, he told her that she doesn't have to know everything that goes on in his life. It's too early for puberty, isn't it? We think the english hours at school are finally paying off, as Kirby understands or can extrapolate the meaning of appropriate english phrases and sentences.