It's been kind of a strange day. Heck, it's been a strange week.
Winter? Spring? Winter? Raining buckets. Snow in the hills. Yet, I wake to birds singing. What??? The robins are back. I think the first day I heard them was Valentine's Day. Very sweet.
Then today, stopped at Stuff-mart after church. Went in under a sunny sky, and came out in darkness and huge, gloppy snow falling. Couldn't see fifty yards. Fabulous. But the good news is I stocked up on cough syrup and cough drops. Fun times.
I think Kerry and Gunnar wondered if we'd dropped off the planet, it took us so long. They stayed home from church, in an attempt to keep the lid on the Petri dish that is our family. You're welcome.
I'm still practically giddy about Tate. Seems odd to be excited about a major surgery, but we're looking past that to the good things beyond :D Tate himself is quite nonchalant about the whole thing. But then, he's a veteran of three surgeries and he's generally a calm, steady kid. Yay, Tate.
In other news, it's time to get back on the wagon and beat back the chaos, clutter, and general mess that follows when I've been under the weather. If entropy had a gender, I can guarantee you it would be male.