Saw people, exchanged gifts, ate stuff, forgot things. This is an excellent summary. Unfortunately one of the things I forgot was the bag with unfinished presents that I intended to work on. Oh well. It freed up my evening. My wrist hurts. It hurts a lot. I am typing weirdly because of it. I think I need to keep these posts short and go ice it. Crap. I hate overuse things. And that is what it feels like. Stupid tendons. Grateful Crap: watching a two and three year old cousin chase each other around and play hide and seek and laugh and laugh and laugh. Daily Convextions:
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |