Pacific Quay Beeb

I forget how awful commuting is. Drive to Carluke, train to Glasgow, taxi to Pacific Quay. All in all, almost two hours of elapsed time with the promise of doing it all again this evening. And then again tomorrow.

The day, when it eventually gets started, goes fine. Lunch is nae bad and we take a short walk in the fresh air to clear our heads. Finish up around 4:30, and head home.

Claire has had a bad first day back - chaos and disorder at the school. And her cold is back with a vengeance. Angus is completing some of the work he was supposed to have done over the holidays. I tackle the dishes.