All three grandkids earned some money today cleaning out the garage. You do not want to know how much junk we had out there – and how much dirt. But now I can call the men to repair the garage door. And that will be one remote I will cherish.
I was doing okay and then I showered and stretched out on the sofa . . . and napped. Just like that. Making Z’s.
Tomorrow I will be taking Robert to the orthopedic doctor in Fort Wayne in another chapter of “The ankle turned and broke and turned some more.” Oh, that reminds me – time to check the washer. (My traveling pants are in it.)