Well, here it is. Friday. And I haven't blogged or done much of anything interesting except
cope with the laundry room. I mean, really really deal with actually doing the laundry, folding the clothes and putting stuff in bins that's just in the way.
Start to make sour dough bread again but this time fail so much as to actually end up throwing it away.
Take three days off from school for six children to have the stomach bug. One after another all the way down the line.
Obsessively read the Internet as disfunction in the anglican communion hots up again.
Get out the blender and make smoothies for the first time in ten years trying to tempt a lot of pallid and emaciated children to swallow something.
Watch another 80s movie with Matt.
Walk up the hill behind the house in between weather onslaughts and find myself thereafter bathing and cutting all the hair off my dog for reasons too vile to write down or remember later.