It's pouring rain out, Thomas didn't fall asleep until nearly eleven, and the girls were up about six or seven times last night and got up at six-thirty. I am drinking strong tea and thinking about the fun of hauling everyone down to Mass on the bus. I do not feel enthusiastic and full of energy. I may make it to Mass, but I will probably leave the boys behind, since if I don't I will probably murder them in church (a less dignified act than Murder in the Cathedral).
Sorry. Was reading Eliot last night. And am very tired.
Winners, day one!
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