I woke at 2:15 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep so I padded into my quilt studio and played until Papa Pea woke at 6.
He left home at 9 this morning to go help a friend work on a concrete project. At 6 p.m. he returned home looking not quite as sparky as he was when he left. At dinner he did a little figuring and says today he lifted and moved approximately 2,700 pounds of concrete mix.
As he was going up the stairs to his office a couple of minutes ago, I head him trip, stumble, catch himself and ask, "Where's the elevator when you need one?"
Even after being up since too, too early this morning and not being worth a tinker's da*n all day, I think I'm ending the day in better shape than he is.
So what are we going to do for relaxation tomorrow? Chicken butchering if the weather cooperates. Do we know how to have fun or what?
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