Jeb wakes up at 2am three nights in a row.
Sleep is spent with eight-year old elbows in my neck.
But, hey, it’s Friday.
Dill in the garden goes to seed. I cut a bouquet and bring it inside.
Jeb wakes up at 2am three nights in a row.
Sleep is spent with eight-year old elbows in my neck.
But, hey, it’s Friday.
Dill in the garden goes to seed. I cut a bouquet and bring it inside.
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