Wednesday, June 17, 2020

"But different than the day before"


A birthday visit with a dear friend, some water and pruning for the office plants, and a big grocery shop yesterday; a heart-to-heart with the kids, lots of gardening, and Indian takeout today.


Every day a variation of the same.  I can almost hear Mr. McGee say:

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