I am happy to report that the 20-mile-plus (bikes and those long walks) days we did this past weekend resulted in a sufficiently exercised boy going to sleep at decent (pre-1am) times on both Saturday and Sunday and waking just around 7am (early for Sunday, but regulation if your preference is to live every day similar to the next; just right for Monday to catch the school bus which was on time but had to be redirected by Jim because the digging-up of our street is now in another direction).
Also that I am not minding not having a washing machine, ours being still broken (the repairperson is to appear later this week). Only doing the occasional wash, after you have carried a good helping of clothes into the back seat of the car plus detergent and checked you have a fair supply of quarters, means a nice freedom from the tyranny of the Machine in the Basement and the Need to Wash and Dry Constantly.
Plus, in a sweet bonus, I realized that the ringleted girl on the TV screen above the triple-load washer I was loading many pairs of pants into was none other than Lyra in Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass, the His Dark Materials trilogy being much preferred by me over Harry Potter. Since I had to stick 14 quarters into the slot, I got a good watch before heading out for groceries, fresh bagels and blogging about bird flu.
I would like to say that the re-institution of the long walks has meant that Charlie is sleeping better or at least rather routinely. Things being as they are -- quae cum ita sint -- Charlie has had some good sleeps, intermixed with his now-routine insomnia (occasionally of a manic sort) that seems very much correlated with the nights before I teach.
I do like that we are sensitive to each other's routines.