Plans stymied; infestation of squirrels

Dirk was supposed to be coming down from Québec City this weekend to help celebrate Mrs. Ottawacker’s birthday, but we got a call – just as I was completing the basement clean-up – that he was feeling crappy and wasn’t going to come until tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or perhaps next week. Actually wasn’t a bad thing – the basement needed cleaning out anyway and we are a little rushed this weekend, as it is Ottawacker Jr.’s final two games of the season.
 
Talking of which, Ottawacker Jr. was claiming soreness and stiffness from yesterday’s tournament. Apparently, his friends call him “Try-Hard”, because he does everything 100%. I’m assuming it isn’t an insult – and, if it is, there are worse ones. I reminded him they would be making a fuss of the team’s victory in school and he hurried out as quickly as he could.

Anyway, other than that, it was a quietish day. Made dinner, and we celebrated by watching Paddington.