BOY HOWDY was Franny out of it last night when she came back from her dad’s. She was repeating herself and generally acting like she was completely on drugs. I was treated to stories of naps and confusion. I can only think she has whatever virus I had. I sent her to bed early and she is home reading today. It’s hard, though. I don’t want her to miss too much school, but she doesn’t have a fever.
In other nooooos, I am looking at placing a chicken order. I think instead of going to the feed store and rolling the dice on a straight run, I will order sexed birds, which will give me a 90% chance of girls.
I worked all weekend and all my clever is squeezed out of me, I think. I feel buried–behind on email, cleaning, life.