The house(s) and our lives are turned around...we're experiencing more than the usual steady chaos.
The boys have added to their list of activities. It's show season and one plays percussion for a pit orchestra while the other is "Daddy Warbucks" in "Annie." I am very proud that the oldest is singing in the choir. But we need to advance ourselves to church at least 45 minutes earlier. Ans there's practice every Wednesday.
We opened up our West Berry House to a friend in need. The oil company will deliver 50 gallons today and inspect the tank.
The chickens were moved last night, as the friend has a bird chasing female pitbull in her company.
Tonight is a dinner party I'd planned a month or so ago. During the few hours of sleep I've gotten this week, I've had nightmares about the guests and the arrangements.
But when I'm awake I remember, "I'm too blessed to be stressed!"
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