Friday was weevils, out past Spolt. Two of them came to the surface, but hit the sewers again as soon as we showed up. Just as if they were teasing us. Paperwork will be in tomorrow.
And the weekend, well, it was a weekend at home, that doesn't happen often.
Things with Rhys are okay. Not wonderful, but better than they've been in a while. There's an awful lot of manners going on, but no tears or arguments since the night I got home. I have a feeling its not all sorted out yet, though. There's more that needs to be said, and it wont be long.
Diane's still in the hospital. It seems she contracted a virus or something, and in her weakened state they had to keep her in a little longer, I'll go round to see her this afternoon I think.
I must be addicted to my adrenaline or something. I'd almost say this week has been too quiet.