Murder Night
I'm going to leave that title dangling there to tease you. "Surely Mark hasn't turned his back on a life of trying to be quite nice, donning, instead, the big black top hat of evil." I hear you say. Of course not.
New management
I've moved back under the authority of the Engineering department. Good times, busy times, increasingly technical times. We've suddenly moved into "BIG DATA" which means nothing to you, I can tell by the blank expression, although this could be my imagination, trying to peer through the global system of wires, optical fibres and rubber bands that make up the Internet. I'll try and find some time to write about BD after I have figured out how to sum it up in a handful of svelt and simple paragraphs.
Tiny tot too tiny
Clara phoned me to let me know the result of Noah's latest weighing: not putting on weight quickly enough. He's fallen down to the next percentile which puts him in the bottom two percent of 2-month year olds. We're upset, we feel like terrible parents - but I know that he's still in 'normal' limits and this is only a problem if it doesn't sort of work itself out. Clearly we need to encourage Noah to eat more, which means being more disciplined about his nodding off after a few minutes of feeding. We need to work on the cluster feeding, especially while he's doing these nice long (4 hour stretch) night time sleeps.
Murder Night?
This month's work outing is for a Murder Mystery Meal / Game / Thing. Really looking forward to it. I wonder if I'll survive the night?
New management
I've moved back under the authority of the Engineering department. Good times, busy times, increasingly technical times. We've suddenly moved into "BIG DATA" which means nothing to you, I can tell by the blank expression, although this could be my imagination, trying to peer through the global system of wires, optical fibres and rubber bands that make up the Internet. I'll try and find some time to write about BD after I have figured out how to sum it up in a handful of svelt and simple paragraphs.
Tiny tot too tiny
Clara phoned me to let me know the result of Noah's latest weighing: not putting on weight quickly enough. He's fallen down to the next percentile which puts him in the bottom two percent of 2-month year olds. We're upset, we feel like terrible parents - but I know that he's still in 'normal' limits and this is only a problem if it doesn't sort of work itself out. Clearly we need to encourage Noah to eat more, which means being more disciplined about his nodding off after a few minutes of feeding. We need to work on the cluster feeding, especially while he's doing these nice long (4 hour stretch) night time sleeps.
Murder Night?
This month's work outing is for a Murder Mystery Meal / Game / Thing. Really looking forward to it. I wonder if I'll survive the night?