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Sleepovers successful. One at our house, one at a nearby friend’s. It’s damp, gray, and cold outside, which is too bad because I need some outdoor activity. Yesterday in front of the TV was lovely and perhaps needed, but it was enough. Then we had a nice dinner out, followed by the remains of the chocolate-chip cookie disaster and I went to bed so full, which is a feeling that I cannot stand. And just now I ate two pancakes for absolutely no reason except that they looked good. I wasn’t hungry and now I’m full again and I can’t stand it. I want to go out on a trail or at least stretch my legs around a park, but I don’t see it working out. Not with this weather and not with post-sleepover kids.

Maybe instead I’ll look for kitchen tables online and see what I can find. Or I’ll play with old photos. I still cannot figure out how blogger access my photos or which ones it chooses. Here’s one made available to me. It seems to be Will at the Starbucks on Limestone Rd. I guess we were reading and knitting? My guess is this was the home-school days but I don’t remember this specific day. I suppose that’s why photos and journals are a good idea. I will try to do more of that for the future. 


Ha ha, I just reread this blog and it is ridiculous. It is all, “oh, I’m having such a good time, the boys are getting along, I need more exercise!” What a dullard! Oh well, I guess that’s what it’s about. Let’s start fresh!

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