This morning, I rummaged through the laundry hamper for some pants before loading Kai into the car for a moonlit drive. He wasn't frantic, but he wasn't settling down with me and his weight has become a bit much to bear for extended jaunts through the house. So we drove into the night.
Lessons I learned at 2:30 a.m.: the car should be backed into the driveway for quick nocturnal getaways, because fogged windshields could lead to mishaps; Mac's Milk, Tim Horton's and the car wash are the only businesses open 24 hours in Forest; and, 2:30 is too early for freshly baked Timbits, but it is a good time to drive at a fuel-efficient 80 km/h.
A half-hour in the car finally coaxed a yawn out of him and he was finally asleep when we got back home. Except he woke up a half-hour later for a feed, and an hour after that, screaming. We guessed it was gas pain, but who knows for certain.
Our plans for today have been put on hold.