There's a whole list of things I could have written about last night, had I not taken a Chlor-Trimaton; since I haven't been able to breathe since conception. I was ready for bed by 8:30, and asleep by 9.
- Proving that no good deed goes unpunished, my car would not start after dropping off a meal for the Mom's Club helping hands program. One of the battery cables had come loose, nearly sending me into a panic, as I had a meeting with my new web client, scheduled within the hour.
- The meeting with my new web client, in a Lutheran Church, where the pastor has a golden retriever that lives in the church. "Goldie" sometimes helps with the sermons and sleeps under the piano during choir practice.
- The sea of plastic kids toys I found outside of a consignment shop, shortly before learning that they only took cash
- The fact that I no longer carry cash
- The saga of Connor thumping Pink on the head with his plastic T-Ball bat
- The glorious relief of only feeling a little bit sick all day long
- My date to stop smoking, (currently weaning down)
See how exciting is this life of mine?
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