The foot isn't broken. The wrists are healing. The tummy survived the day. The boy ate his breakfast at home, and the girl got on the bus (amazing what a good night's sleep will do for you).
Sam and Junie and I have already been on our walk for the day--man, both Junie and I are out of shape. We sounded like two old ladies climbing those hills. I should be potty-training Sam. But. He's such a crank. Don't know if I have the nerves to approach it yet. But he's sleeping in a big boy bed. One transition at a time, right?
Now ... for some book reading and some laundry and some dishes and some filing. Yeah, we live a highly exciting life.
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