Sleepy

When I was a very little girl, I only wanted my sister Mary to butter my bread. Now that I'm a forty year old woman, I only want my husband Eric to cut my apples. If you've never had Eric cut up a fuji apple for you, you've never truly enjoyed a fuji apple.

This was a hard day, but I still had an Eric-sliced apple to eat. I still had nice folks staying close and checking in.

There's plenty of room for improvement tomorrow, but today was just a hard day, not a horrible one.

That's all I can think to say.