Feeling old...being tailgated by a nun in a truck says something both about my grandmotherly driving skills and where I live.
Had lunch with one of my oldest and dearest friends today, there's a briskness in the air that I love and a whole pot of afternoon coffee waits for me. My sweet baby sleeps soundly and all is right with the world in this moment.
Except for all the laundry. Why is there so much laundry?! It's like a horror film with cotton and soap.
But I'll worry about that tomorrow.
Cheers.
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