GTFE

Eating European Tomatoes with The Tomato Sisters

It’s 8:41 am. I am eating lukewarm Kung Pao Beef. Is this breakfast? Early lunch? I’m not really sure.

I am exhausted. My husband has been unwell. There’s been a lot of lifting. A great deal of laundry. And not much sleep.

The clothes dryer died. So did the van lift. My husband claims the bathroom lift is acting up, but I haven’t seen this myself.

Christmas? I haven’t bought gifts, baked cookies, or acquired a tree. I’d just as soon cancel the whole damned holiday.