The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast. -- William Shakespeare
Slept really good last night and Chris let me sleep late this morning. Not sure what time he left this morning to paint the store. I heard the shower running but not much else after that. He was having lots of help this morning: Scott & Haden Smith, Eric C, Dave Link. I think I'll just stay away from all that testosterone.
I've got to do some laundry and pack for KJ's trip to NYC. She is SOO excited. If it rains, they will go to the Museum of Natural History. If it's a decent day, they may do more of a walking/driving tour: the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, she really wants to go to FAO Schwarz and American Girl, too. She's also been reading the Eloise books lately and wants to see her portrait at the Palm Court in the Plaza. She also wants to eat at Mars 2112 in Times Square. I told her she needs to make sure she gets a pretzel from a street vendor.
Taylor had a b-day party last night and spent the night at a friend's house. Not sure what time we'll see her today. Whatever will T & I do w/out Chris & KJ in the house for 3 days??? Hmmmmm.....
Please keep my dad in your thoughts . . . his surgery is Monday.
"Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening." -- Mohandas Gandhi
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