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This is our last “normal” week of summer. Today's normal is so much different than the normal of just two years ago, but it's working pretty well for us. Instead of driving into the office in Hartford every day, which was only 12-15 minutes away, I'm commuting to my desk in the basement. I like my current job with the tribal government far better than my previous job for Barings, which was performing perfectly legal financial transactions that probably should have been illegal. I've been designing an in-house application from scratch using MVC and lots of JQuery, which is relatively new for me, and I'm really enjoying it.

Linda's architecture business is doing really well, and the biggest problem is that she's working too hard. There were a number of weeks recently when she'd work well past midnight, and she wasn't getting nearly enough sleep. But too much work is a better problem to have than no work, I suppose. She's been designing some seriously cool stuff.

Kids are in camps, but now instead of having her catching the camp bus 50 yards away like in 2019, we've got to drive Ella to and from Farmington every day, which is a bit of a pain. And Lia is crushing it at NCTC Theater camp, which is at least a bit closer. Carpools help. But this is the last week of camps. After that, we've got a week of nothing for the kids, during which should be fun trying to get much of any work-from-home done, and then we're hitting Maine for a few days just before the start of the school year.

Lia is starting high school this year, which is insane considering how well I remember writing on this blog about the day she was born. Ella might actually be walking herself to 4th grade at some point this year. It's less than a five minute walk, with only one street to cross, so we might get to a point where we're just kicking her out the door in the morning. In any event, it looks like all the kids will be continuing to wear masks to school for the foreseeable future. It's just as well, none of them mind it.