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I am pleased to say that I am back in a happy place. For now. Hopefully it will last until next Wednesday when my very best friend from high school, Megan, comes down to play with me for a long weekend. I am so thrilled. No, it isn't a suicide watch, this was planned a few weeks ago. I already have our visit planned and I am praying for good weather. If not, we will still have fun. That much I know.

Also, my plumber came today and fixed my clogged toilet (we don't know how) that I found had backed up into my shower when I went in to get ready for church on Sunday. Also, the leak under the kitchen sink (broken nut), and the original leak in the basement (garage). He was supposed to have been here last week but his wife nearly died from an allergic reaction to an antibiotic- very scary. She's okay now. Lucky for me he didn't because then I would have had to call him back for the toilet issue and that would have been on my dime. I thought I had it all unclogged Friday night after 20 minutes of plunging but then it started making scary sounds. Jane and Sadie and I had a date planned so Jane taped it closed, I showered, and we left Rebecca with the two youngest in their pj's and ready for bed and spent the evening down at Hidden Valley music center listening to a piano and flute concert. It was amazing and blogworthy but not when I was venting.

The rain has continued, last night it was hailing, but it just made everything cozy. We baked chocolate chip cookies and watched a movie. That was after Sawyer and I took a nice long nap. I definitely do better when I get enough sleep.

I need to go wake up Sawyer now and feed him...and me, a little lunch. I hear avocado sandwiches calling our names- both of us. Don't worry, it's not creepy.

Comments

Darla said…
Brookie,
I just read a little of the Stinchfield blog. I LOVE the whole playlist idea. Should we do it on our fam blog...or would it not be a success? Whatd'ya think? And the pics of all of you were so cool! I'm glad you're feeling better!

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