Write a four line poem about: the orchestra.
Appointment this morning went well. Miles is already back to within four ounces of his birth weight, which is great news. At this rate he should be back to his starting point by Tuesday or Wednesday.
Got back from Penticton in time to take Max to the park before dinner, which he enjoyed. I'm trying to make the effort to spend some extra time with him, though that's been especially hard with working the first two mornings after we got back.
Very much looking forward to tomorrow, with no appointments and no work and no time commitments on the calendar.
The woodwinds are burning,
The strings are all hanging;
But the percussionists
Will never stop clanging...