I tried on last summer’s capris and… they fit. Hooray!
I officially stopped sweating because I was cold and started sweating because I was warm.
A preschooler held up a cracker with the letter H on it and said, “H for Mrs. Dager,” with the proudest little smile on his face. I guess you had to be there for that one.
I started Bonhoeffer’s, Life Together, and got to page 4 and had to stop. I was already full of things to think about.
I reconciled myself to the fact that we may have to take our dying couches with us to the U of I even though I’d hoped we could leave them here in some sort of hospice situation (aka student apartment).
After putting Life Together down, I decided what I really needed to read was Real Love for Real Life: The Art and Work of Caring, by Andi Ashworth, because I try and read it every year. I highly recommend!
I almost went upstairs and read the next chapter in the 100 Cupboards book the kids and I are reading together. I held off though.
I almost did menu planning and laundry on my lunch break, but I held off on that too.
Wouldn’t want to overtax myself on this extremely important day. Hee Hee.