Milk and miracles and fairy godmothers

I had to make a clandestine run for breast milk this morning. One of the kiddos, who shall remain nameless, appears to have contracted pinkeye over the weekend, and for those who don't know, breast milk is the single best cure for pinkeye. Scoff if you must, but don't cry to me about your goop.... Continue Reading →

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Christmas Lull

There is a small lull in the action that is Christmas 2018. Sensing the quiet moment, Larry has woken up. For five minutes. In general, winter is not his jam. As he creeps ever-closer to geriatricity, his wintertime wakings are fewer and farther between. This year, his first arousal came on Christmas Eve, just as... Continue Reading →

Wearing out.

The fan attached to our bargain model fireplace unit is dying. It’s a small miracle that it has gotten us this far, and it’ll be a large one if it fires up this fall when we call it back into service. You know how things on the brink of death get after a season of... Continue Reading →

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