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Some Days Are Better Than Others

 The morning started with diluted coffee.  I should have called it quits right there, turned around, gone back to bed, tried again in an hour.  I didn't.  I muddled on.  Terrible idea.  

The to-do list ran long and I had to get Sawyer to school.  I didn't forget to load Sawyer in the van, that's the positive, I did forget to load his backpack that contained his schoolwork and lunch for the day.  Add a side trip to Albertsons to the list.  The big guy, who struggles when things go unexpectedly, did great after the initial shock wore off.  He made it through the day without incident.

I continued to push through the murky waters.  I was delivering chickens we had butchered to some friends. (We are those people.)  The drop off went fine, but upon walking back to my van, my foot spontaneously became injured.  I'm not even kidding.  One second I was walking normally, the next step I was limping like an injured sasquatch.  Still am.  

So this is what getting old feels like.  Super.  

I gave the girls bananas to fill their bellies while we drove from one errand to the next.  Carter's banana wound up in her socks.  

The end.  


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