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Juliet is teething again.

In other words, nobody is sleeping.

We are like a house of little zombies.

A messy house of zombies, because teething Juliet equates to my viewpoint all day being either this:



...or this.



In other words, I can't accomplish anything that I can't do one-handed.

But evenings are still lovely (as long as nobody thinks they'll be sleeping later on...)

Plans for tonight: a little visit to the cherry orchard (not of the Chekhov variety).