Woke up this morning with E's pajama top wrapped around my waist. It was almost as satisfying as having his actual arm wrapped around my waist. Keyword being almost.

I'd do a countdown, but coincidentally, the day of our joyous reunion is soured by the four hour horror that is Assessment Centre... a.k.a. the day where people decide whether or not I deserve to be in a higher pay bracket. We're looking at a 100% increase of my hourly wage here...


Also... the words 'four hour horror' seem to flow quite nicely. Probably because of the repetition of the various 'O's, 'U's and 'R's.