Time shifting

Liz and I start the day with a meeting to discuss Freya's transition to the new school. The people we work with are understanding and supportive. It's their job, and they're good at it.

I persistently struggle in these meetings to deconvolve the effects of being immigrants, from Norwegian norms, and then again from the specifics of our own circumstances. Have we just been unlucky, or is the system inclined against people like us?

On reflection though, when one government agency is offering to help you lodge a formal complaint against another, perhaps there is something amiss. Something beyond the four-standard deviation excursions of the combined Thomson-Smallshire genome.

As a result of this, I'm late to get to my client. They're understanding, and I shift the day around to work from 11 am to 7 pm.  Austin finishes teaching at around 4 pm, so he's been at home with Liz for three hours before I get back.  Liz has sourced a take-out from the local east-asian eatery. It's substantial, much needed, and followed shortly by bed.