On my way to therapy, I fell down the front steps. I'm not hurt, but I did spill my Dr Pepper, which upset me as much as anything. It splashed onto my new sweatshirt:
Then, my garage door would not go down when I used the remote. So, I had to schedule a service call. It turned out to be an easy fix, but, you know, the hassle...
Then, Hannah called saying she's really, really sick, and, "Mom, what do I do?" Knowing that your children still have that impulse to call you when they feel bad is sweet, but that you're not actually there to help makes you sad.
Fortunately, trying a new pasta sauce helped.
It's really good, y'all. I certainly don't need a jar this big --- I'll be freezing alot of it. This came from Misfits Market; I don't know where else it's available.
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