I told you I was in a bad mood yesterday. It improved substantially when Prodigal Son, D-i-L, and Grandson came to visit and have dinner. Young Miles is fully mobile, fast, happy, loves the dogs and is beginning to experiment with understandable verbal constructs. Andy is finding that being in management isn't as bad as he thought, and Ashes is always fun to have around, her sunny disposition a useful tocsin to my dour self. Then they went home and the day actually got worse, as yesterday evening...