The gas fire is hissing down here in the livingroom; it is a pleasant, comfortable sort of sound. Stephen is doing some homework upstairs in his room, Emily is bathing, and Sophie is stretched out on the floor reading her book in front of the fire. It's nice. It would be even nicer if Bobby were home, but he is out this evening, at a no-partners-invited work bash in London. I'm rather envious. They're staging the party at the London Dungeon, which is a rather tacky yet fun tourist attraction where, apparently, they also put on corporate events. Wish I were going, it looks like fun. I get to go to a work thing of my own next Thursday evening, but mine is just a potluck at someone's house. Oh well.

More good things from today -

* Yesterday's grey drizzle was replaced by blue sky and sun.
* Work continues to go well. I am so happy that I got this job.
* Looks like the Democrats seem to have made a bit of a comeback across the pond. Maybe there'll be a few changes in US foreign policy now.

And a few bad -

* I have a giant zit. I am 36, for God's sake. And, as of this morning, I am sharing my teenager's acne cream. Ridiculous!
* Also, I have a very tender bruise on the front of my thigh - one of the many mysterious bruises which I mentioned - and I find that my heavy, book-filled bag keeps whacking it. Which hurts.
* One of my colleagues has absolutely horrendous breath, all the time. She's really nice, but I hate working with her because of it.

Well. It's not even quarter to nine, and I'm falling asleep. I know it's pathetic, but I'm awfully tempted to go to bed right now ...