We’re going down with the ship, Leonardo Shawshank, November 21, 2021 Awake and dressed. Seven am came so very quickly this morning. For a split second I considered shutting off the alarm and going back to sleep. But the alarm went off, and I got up, turned on the coffee pot, and got dressed. It’s chore day. With 10 days to go until Crystal arrives, I’m sure that I’ll kick todays cleaning into over drive. It has to be perfect when she gets here. I got a big, huge box of plastic storage, which I went through last night. It’s drying on the kitchen table. So I’ll have to reorganize the pantry to find a spot for it all. That’ll wait until after a couple of cups of coffee. Happy Sunday y’all. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
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