Jer made it home early in the afternoon, and we went out and ran errands until evening. Connor, who had after all not only braved the wood chips but also spent the entire afternoon being hauled in and out of the car, held it together beautifully until we made it home, where he dissolved in a teary, overtired puddle in the middle of our couch. I added to the sadness by taking pictures of it-- something he was not particularly appreciative of, as I was supposed to be getting him his dinner, stat! (Jer was in the kitchen doing it. Apparently this was unacceptable.) The little guy went to sleep shortly thereafter.
Despite the evening fireworks, overall it was a pretty good day!