Man ohhhh Man

Man, oh, man. Am I beat. I'm sitting here, noticing the deepening of the greens outside, listening to the kids play in the bath, wishing Martin were here for DIVISION OF LABOR. It's something I count on. You take care of the kids, I'll cook up supper. Etc. It's been such a nice, sunny day--I planted four boxwoods around the fruit trees and know I need many, many more. A few at a time. . .

Beatrix took a few steps this morning, right after Martin left for work.

It's been a lovely day. I am just exhausted. We've all been fighting with a cold/head virus for the last few days and I feel like watching TV and having my mother bring me supper on a tray. Let's see--I'd have chicken and rice and bright green peas. And a cup of milk. And a slice of lemon meringue pie, thanks very much.

Anyone have any input on the current question: charcoal vs. gas barbecue?

Write your recommendation on the bottom of a plate filled with chicken and rice and bright green peas. Inscript your contact information in the meringue on my lemon pie. And send to:

ME,
IMMEDIATELY. The kids are waiting for their hair to be washed.

Thanks.