The men are here installing doors. Is it too much to hope that the little guy will sleep through the racket? Yup. Poor little guy had a hard morning with mommy. Missed a half dose of the sky blue pills, and was frightfully cross with him. Then we went outside, and he hates to wear his hat and mittens. He cried. I fretted.
This afternoon... I don't know what. Weather is predicted. But too much to hope for.
I am a compulsive shopper and I like birds.
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