The first Saturday in months without soccer practice or a game or a holiday. I’ve been sick this week, so I’m washing clothes and editing copy, both of which did not get done during the week. I’m in a panic about it, but it doesn’t really make the words stampede where they need to be.
Rick’s wrestling with a tractor, and none too happy with his lack of progress.
Nick’s gone off on his bike, and I hope he’s listening for the thunder that is anticipated.