Unpack Or. . .
I’ve hit a wall tonight.
I did the grocery shopping, bathed the kids, rescued the cat from her own stupidity twice, went to Lowe’s for the second time in less than 24 hours, assembled a bookshelf, bought stuff at the BX, dropped by the old house and puttered before tomorrow’s final out, colored with the kids, ate an entire bag of lebcuchen hearts, had repair guys over to fix a few things, met the neighbors and. . .I really should continue on this productive streak but I’m pooped.
So I’m going to stall all productivity by watching trashy television drama.








