06-18-23 Rest ye fathers who have gone before
It is not even 6 pm and I can barely keep my eyes open. The day has included a breakfast gathering of 16 at Dairy Queen for waffles and breakfast sandwiches; a ride home in the jeep for Jonas; a stop to visit Mom and got her properly changed into fresh clothes and to organize her meds; a through cleaning of the George’s old tank for Emmy; watching a few episodes of Black Mirror; delivery of baby gift and fish tank and accessories to Danika at her parents; back to home to cook up some bacon wrapped chicken medallions in the air fryer for tonight’s dinner and tomorrow’s lunch, all followed by watching more episodes of Queen Charlotte.
The wind is howling and gusting. It shudders the place and I have secured the pergola over my jeep as best that I can for now although it threatens to fly away. In spite of the weather, Emmy sure enjoyed her grandma’s swimming pool today. She is such a little fish.
My baby toe is well marked from where Mom’s walker fell over on it on Friday. Poor thing.
triumphgal 