Did I Tell You They Call Him José?

The inaugural furnace-putting on is tonight. We were trying to hold out until Thanksgiving, but given that it is going to be 4 degrees tonight, we went for it. The house smells like burning dust. But at least it's working - lots of nice, warm air.

I had my second court date, which was almost as exciting as the first. Not as many funny stories though, but I did get what I set out to. Now they are letting me loose on clients too, which is kind of crazy. Apparently I am going to meet some of them on my own this week and then represent them. Kind of frightening, but I reminded myself that if they're letting me do this, there really can't be that much of an opportunity to screw up.

Daycare continues to go well, although I must say, it still kind of weirds me out that I really have no idea what LM is up to all day. When I showed up today he was partying in the common room of the apartment building with various friends and family of the daycare provider, all of whom seemed to know and love him. He was having a great time, kicking around in a little plastic car. On the one hand I think it's so cool that they treat him as a member of the family. But I am still missing him terribly. Did I tell you they call him by a Spanish name now? I'm telling you, a five day work week is just too much.