What a disjointed day.
Feels like everything was done on a whim. As soon as Anastasia woke up I asked her if
she wanted to buzz over to Target. Just
home and over to the duplex to meet applicants.
No luck making chili for lunch because we seem to be out of lentils,
Anastasia was so disappointed - NOT. Xander
asked if the guys could go swim at the country club, so I packed up a pile of
paperwork and organized it poolside. Bruce
met me there when it got too hot to paint, with paint all over his mustache. Dinner plans jumbled by another prospective
tenant, Xander and I ended up enjoying sushi solo.
Maybe not linear, as planned, or super productive, but still
a day off…
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