Transit strike's coming along...

Doo-dah, doo-dah.
House is cold as I sing this song
Oh, the doo-dah day.
Going to freeze all niiiiiiiight
Going to freeze all day
I'd spend my money on another fuel company
If only my mother would pay.

Brr.

So, try this. I'm having some, ah, intestinal difficulties, and the baby is screaming in the swing because, no, it is *not* an appropriate time for her to be on my lap, and right then is when Ana runs up, bouncing around, to ask "Connie? Can I pee on the toilet?"

Great sense of timing, that kid's got there. Sure, *I* can wait.

And she asked her first two "why" questions today. This bodes ill.

Yeah. Strike's been called.

And, as I said, it's really fucking cold in this house. I mean, really.

I think I'll be camping out at Jenn's for a while. So if I don't update, it's probably *not* because I've died of exposure. Just so you know.