Somehow I forgot that after K. does a big push, he collapses. He's in bed right now, where he will be all day.
That's okay. He deserves it.
In the meantime, I'm writing a grant that's due on Monday for the farmers' market of our town (which I manage). That and the mountains of things left to do inside and out is keeping me busy.
But not so busy that the Adirondack chairs haven't been hit up. There's been a few naps in the sunny bedroom; a few tussles with Annaliese on the daybed; quite a few soaks in the claw foot tub.
Turns out you never grow out of playing house.
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