The clouds of doom gather overhead

A day of what the Irish would call "fecking misery".

What can I say: we got the message that Ottawacker Jr. was finally enrolled in virtual school and that the school board had managed to fix its egregious balls-up. 

So up we turn, and lo!-and-behold, shiver me timbers, the links we are given do not work. 

So we spend a couple of hours in feverish consultation with various service providers for the board, who finally realize they had disconnected Ottawacker Jr.'s email address by mistake when school finished in July.

At least they realized he doesn't have a sibling, so we are a step ahead of the curve at the moment...

Once that had happened, we had a further 2-hour wait till we could get into the class... by which time the school day had come to a close and it was time to reach for a bottle of wine.

Wine. The solution to every single issue, at the moment.

Meanwhile, outside, the biblical clouds were gathering.