We went to church when we got here, and then DP picked up pizza while the kids and I unpacked. They went out on the beach after supper, but I’m having an allergy attack and decided to do more cleaning.
Kathleen has gone to bed, but I don’t know how it’s working out. Teh byos will go soon.
May the Earth and our Lord Give Blessings to You and Yours, TC
This has been the ugliest of days. PC is recalcitrant and my mind has been otherwise employed.
And in other news, casual contact has become a weapon I was not ready for. I’m sorry for that, but tomorrow may be better.
Each day is better than the last. Maybe. And I keep asking myself, “What The Fork???”
Someone slap me, please. At this point, I hate myself.