Brett started his new job downtown this week, and so far it seems to be going great. For one thing, he gets to leave the house a lot later in the morning - instead of getting up at 5:30 every day to workout and then make the 90 minute commute across the bridge, he can get up at seven, do his workout, and head out to get on the bus between 8 and 8:30.
Bus commuting has been a little tricky so far - a few mishaps from not realizing the buses were on a holiday schedule Monday, and not realizing when they stopped running last night, but otherwise that seems to be suiting him very well. And as for work itself, as he said in an email earlier this week, he's "exchanged his [Microsoft] window office for a cubicle facing the wall and couldn't be happier."
Sofie has helped Daddy adjust to the new job by coming down with the mother of all colds, which has required us both to stay up half the night with her the last two nights. She's not terribly ill, but she just can't sleep, and when she does she tends to wake up crying every 15-45 minutes because she's congested, unless someone holds her semi-upright.
We're taking turns staying up with her while the other gets a little sleep. Last night, Brett took her to the basement from ten until midnight, then I sat with her, semi-snoozing, from midnight to four, and then he took her from five to seven. Yikes. Brett seems to be holding up okay - probably a good thing he has the adrenaline of a new job to get him through the day on so little sleep.
Sofia seems to be feeling a lot better today, and hopefully she'll be over it soon.