Yesterday was rough.

I think I finally caught up on sleep from the BRC/jet-lag, so it started out alright albeit late. Meeting day at work, which the kids call sprint planning, is dreadful. Mostly I screwed around with Skype trying to get a good idea of why the audio was stuttering. Burnt at the end of the day, I headed out of the house.

I stopped at the cemetery where my father is buried to sit and watch the sunset and have a cup of coffee. The neighbors dog barked at me the entire time.

Dinner with Kate and her parents was a welcome distraction.

Sleep was rough, and more wires got crossed in dreams than I could sort out. Eventually, wide awake, I told Kate stories of growing up here for an hour. It always starts small.