What did I do?
Mowed the lawn, build a house for the as-yet-unnamed pet, researched propane furnaces, and worked on a talk I have to give in church on Sunday. Denisa weeded the garden and baked 11 loaves of bread.
Living the high life, my friends.
(Actually, we’re going to try to go out Friday for a date. That rests on us actually finding babysitting for the evening, which might or might not materialize. Things certainly have changed in the last eleven years. Only for the better, of course.)