"I like my new bookcase," she told me solemnly when I put her down to bed. "It's very nice."
Yesterday, we spent some hours at the 'car store,' which she enjoyed a great deal, because they have a kid's waiting room with lots of toys. We packed a lunch, I brought the iPad with the Little Mermaid, and it went very smoothly. They 'fixed our car' (factory recall for a reprogram, oil change, cabin air filter, new battery in my key fob [which they charged the moon for and I would have done myself... grr...]) and gave me the less good news that I have a head gasket leak. They said it was minor, that it didn't need addressed right away, and when I pressed, he sort of shrugged and said it's what Subarus do, his does, too. Way to inspire confidence in your product, Mr. Mechanic.
(This being the fourth Subaru in the family, I'm inclined to think he's right, though. And it's not bad enough to show up on the garage floor, yet.)
Unfortunately, the shelf assembly (and schlepping it about) seems to have made my back go urk. Will take some painkillers tonight and take it easy tomorrow.
I'm suddenly drowning in art deadlines, but made decent progress today during naptime; one major piece may be final-sketched (finally. I got proportions wrong and had to adjust a lot), another is getting somewhere - I have to decide what media I'm going to finish this in, but I LOVE the composition. The third I just started transferring to good paper and is still in super-super-super sketchy form.
Okay, this is late, but not that brief. I'm headed for bed.