And Max -- we didn't talk about it, we were having a day off. Or at least, we talked about it, but not too much. It was a good day.
Greg stuck his head round the door at one point, and wibbled at us -- it seems that stuff that he'd adjusted to in conversation is harder to adjust to when you read about it on LJ, as he'd just done. I think that he and she are overdue for a long talk, and I've had her to myself pretty much all day today, so tomorrow it's me giving them a bit of space, while I go and do the tourist bit up in DC. I hope that they make as much progress as I did overnight last night.
Did I say it was a good day today? Well, it was. I hope it'll be another good day on Thursday.