Daughter.1 is now half as old as I am; indeed, daughter.1 * grandson.1 = drsolly. So we had a birthday party at an expensive (I saw the bill) restaurant in London with daughter.2 and fiance, but without daughter.1's non-boyfriend (as in, "he's NOT my boyfriend").
We had lots of small dishes, and I pigged out somewhat; the weigh-in tomorrow will be horrendous. On the plus side, I've pretty much recovered from yesterday's exertions.
The wheel has been loaded for delivery tomorrow! I'll be here to greet it, as I'm not caching tomorrow. And I'll start installing it tomorrow in the bike that has the duff front wheel (bearings shot, motor intermittent).