Jet sings, now, and tells stories. I can usually recognize a song when he gets to "Falling Down, falling, falling down..." or ".. monkey bed!! No no no monkey bed!!" Hee. The stories, however, have still managed to by-pass any conscious language centers, he sounds a lot like Boo in Monsters Inc.
I get unhappier with each day, with my job. So it is. I am doing my Lenten thing and instead of just sitting on the unhappiness, I've actually talked with HR about it and about the new possibility. I need to talk, sometime, with the boss of the new possibility as well.
Lenten-wise, I've also jumped into the project that I really didn't want to do and have feared and hated for a while, and I'm laying about with a scheduling tool and chopping it up into little bits that have more possibility of actually getting done. That's surprising me, that the little pieces are doable.
John and I are both still pretty sick. Jet's getting up a little later, after going to sleep much later, but he's also napping longer in the afternoon, so it's a tradeoff.