Throwing Money at Something Doesn’t Necessarily Mean the Issue is Fixed.

It’s midnight. I’m fighting off a cold. Kate has a terrible rash covering her legs and is having trouble sleeping.

Tomorrow, I’m defending the work I’ve been doing for 2 or so years to reach PhD candidacy. Tomorrow is a big friggin’ day.

And Paul is on his way next door, to ask our neighbor to turn down the microphone and amp’ed sound (despite some work by a sound technician to sound-proof the house; it’s not over or it’s a damn awful job) so that we can get some sleep.