By the numbers yet again:

1) There. I've finally got caught up on my responses from the past several days. I've been hugely negligent, which probably stems from my habit of checking my e-mail when I only have 3 minutes to do so.

2) Yesterday, out of nowhere:
Abbey: Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?
Me: Yes, I do.
Abbey: What's her name?
Me: Her name is rafaela.
Abbey: (long pause) Daddy and rafaela sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
*sigh*

3) Not a good start to one's day: stepping out of the shower, drying off, and then having to go and locate the source of the large streak of blood that you just left on the towel. (For the record: left nostril.)

4) Hear ye! The Movie Survey is still in progress! Please chime in! (And many thanks to those who have responded so far. I'm sorry for not responding individually, but, well, you all rock the Casbah.)

5) Nik falling out of bed is a bad thing no matter how you slice it. But Nik falling out of bed toward the wall, onto the baseboard heater and hard enough to make the walls shake, is a very bad thing indeed. Factor in the phone conversation that he interrupted at an ill-timed juncture, and, well. Bad, bad, bad. Yes, he's fine.