Score Draw at Half Time

I got home this morning after my trips to Paris and Amsterdam. On arrival there was a plate of homemade cookies on the table, fresh milk in the fridge, my office was tidy, and my two favourite socks had been reunited (socks are often forced into solitary confinement for weeks on end in this house). It feels like progress! That, plus the fact that my trip was very interesting and revealing, that I saw some good friends and their small baby boy for the first time, and that I got the go ahead for a few key initiatives at work, all mean that at the half way point, the week is shaping up well.