Today was quite possibly one of the longer, more exhausting days that I’ve ever had that didn’t involve experiment time at a synchrotron facility. I was up with little Emi-chan at the crack of dawn and played the role of Super Daddy battling the onslaught of the maniacal criminal genius himself, Poopy Diaper. Once again, the forces of good had triumphed, and the streets of Matsuyama proved safe for little Emiko to go about her business, allowing breakfast to be underway in short order. I hopped into the shower and got ready for work, and by the time I was finished, little Emi was back sleeping in Mommy’s arms, which made it much more difficult to leave.
