sick. as. a. dog.

If I wasn’t sick, I’d tell you all about Soapy’s tumbling class today and how she bossed the older kids around. Or I’d brag about my most recent completed sewing project, complete with anal retentive seam finishes (my latest obsession – seam finishes). Or I’d grouse about how depressed I feel that my day of illness cost my family income (Ralph’s, of course) – and I’m not sure how much better I’ll feel tomorrow, either.

For the latest glimpse into my life, photos will have to suffice. Tonight, 8 PM, Fort Worden:

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