well, ambulating anyway toward bed at a reasonable time.
If there was supposed to be something special about today (other than dozens upon dozens of bad puns) I missed it completely.
Life is rolling along. I have to call a halt to my procrastination and add in the references and footnotes to that flipping paper so that I get it off my to-do list.
George is doing fine, the kids all seemed to be occupied at this and that which leaves me with little complaints, a sewing room to clean, and a lovely pile of cross-stitch waiting my attention