Earliest night home was at 8pm - and that was because I was burnt out from a 3 trial day. Some bench trials are short, some are long, and some are very very long. And one day featured all of those.
Again, confidentiality =s lameness in blogging.
My floor was magically fixed today while I was at work. Although El Gato Perfecto's quietness and tendency to hide indicates that it was a long and traumatic experience for her.
I have some interesting evening options on the table, but they not only require me to get up out of my couch, but to make it past the kitchen wherein lurks both wine and waffles. Plus it's raining outside. I may just stay in and admire the floor. After a week of quasi-hysterical parents, that seems about the level of stimulation I can handle right now.