My parents think they are here until Sunday afternoon. I thought it was Saturday night, but whatever. They'll at least get to see part of the deck.

I'm feeling a little nuts since I'm juggling the balls of unpacking, paying bills, tracking down other stuff, deck demo, contacting the electrician, parents want to shop, I want a drink, email I am pointedly ignoring... all on 4 hours of sleep last night for a total of maybe 12 in the past 60+. No, really. I figured it out. 3 hours in the 24 before leaving, 5 hours in Doha, no sleep on plane (total of 30 hours travel) plus the last 12.

I'm not sure how I am not insane.

eta: no work until monday, thank god.

Can parents go shopping without you?

I really need to get as much done as possible before 11, but am supremely unmotivated.

Point is to shop for me with me, so no.

Fantastic pictures, sarameg! And, even at your sticky/sweaty/least greatest prettiest, you are still very pretty indeed (and I say that as someone who's never even seen you in person).

Ugh, Dana, what an utter nightmare. Having to change rooms after all that must have been nine steps past wretched. They owe you double-plus first class, with cabana boys and peeled grapes.

I've been up since at least three--Matilda, yet again, failed to make it into her own crib without whimpering and crying, and when we caved and took her back tot he big bed she spent the next few hours rolling, grabbing, slapping, tugging; every time I pried her hands away she said resentfully, "No, Mommy!" (Or, once, bitterly, "Never mind!")

She's so delightful by day and such a sleep-sucking tyrant by night. We're probably going to have to resort to Crying It Out, which means we'll have to camp out in the living room for a week while she howls in the bedroom. HATE not having a separate bedroom for her.

She's so delightful by day and such a sleep-sucking tyrant by night.

Oh man that's not fun. Leif wasn't a good sleeper either, though Emaryn was. I remember resorting to crying it out with him. Not fun. I hope it goes smoother than you think.

I hope it goes smoother than you think.

Unfortunately, there's the whole "four people in a 2-BR apartment" thing, so I'm thinking probably not. I'd say that we at least need to wait for a Friday night, so I don't have to go in to work the morning after the first ruinous night, but how much worse can it be than it is now?

51 Headless Vikings Found in English Execution Pit?

Naked, beheaded, and tangled, the bodies of 51 young men—their heads stacked neatly to the side—have been found in a thousand-year-old pit in southern England, according to carbon-dating results released earlier this month.

The mass burial took place at a time when the English were battling Viking invaders, say archaeologists who are now trying to verify the identity of the slain.

The dead are thought to have been war captives, possibly Vikings, whose heads were hacked off with swords or axes, according to excavation leader David Score of Oxford Archaeology, an archaeological-services company.

The coolest thing about this article is a section titled "A Mere Flesh Wound"....

Random photo o' the day: [link]

I say put Matilda in bed with Emmett. She's a flailer who wants to be in bed with someone, and he, being a (nearly) teenage boy, presumably sleeps the deep and zombie-like sleep of the teenage boy. And they love each other. How could it go wrong?

Mom's photos (incomplete, I have to find another card.) [link] She's got a nice one of me and Sonam, one of the guides, at the eclipse, here: [link]