Big A and I worked on dredging the pond all day and he thinks (correctly) that we should let things dry before we repair, but I want to just go ahead and refill it up already.
I typed up a response to the Whistler text book club after dinner, but it seemed too late to text. I'm mentally hopping from foot to foot, waiting for it to be mid morning so we can unpack more delicious details.
The mango pickle I started (based on memories and vibes of my grandmother's) needs time to cure, but I keep opening the jar for just a little sniff.
The submissions to the project with EM are beginning to come in, and I love everything and just want to tell every author they're accepted although that won't be feasible.
Pic: Max adores Nu. I mean, he loves watermelon, but he worships Nu.
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