Patrick doesn’t think he’s immune to the laws of physics, unlike some of his siblings, so teaching him to drive hasn’t been quite as awful as it could be.
(’Face gives a large sigh of relief!)
There are small crystals growing in the bottom of the Admiral Fitzgerald’s but the instructions don’t say exactly what they mean. The barometer hasn’t changed, so...
(Allergies are the culprit at the moment. Maybe yesterday, as well.)
And my list for the coming (eventual) stimulus check keeps evolving and changing. Things at the top keep being moved farther down the list in favor of something that needed doing several years ago. One thing is sure: I would need two checks to cover what’s there, now.