I am supposed to be putting a chicken into the oven to roast; but instead I am snuggling with my littlest guy, still groggy from his nap.
He wouldn't be awake, except that Truen dropped an aluminum pail right in the front entry while begging me to come outside (as I readied the aforementioned chicken). The giant reverberating crash that it produced as it hit the ground woke his baby brudder up.
Sheesh. Go figure.
The last two days have been warm and sunny (and not the heat box we've been living in). It has been delightful. The entire house is open and breezy, flooded with fresh air. It feels good to go outside. Hearing the birds chirp under the shade of a tree with the breeze on my skin felt like a downright luxury this afternoon, especially after the weeks and weeks of scorching misery.
Ahhhhhh . . .
Jamie is up and running with his brudders, so I'd better get back to my chicken.
We are finishing a run of two weeks with Squeeze working overtime, up an hour earlier every day and skipping his lunch hour. It has been a grueling couple of weeks for him. The poor guy was almost slug-like on the couch last night and eventually crawled upstairs to bed like a beaten dog.
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