I basically tithed my waking hours yesterday. While Fourthborn was getting the last of her dental work done, I skipped the knitting in favor of linking more records to names in FamilySearch. Wore out my battery. Wore myself out as well.
We had soup and salad at Rockfish. I dropped her off at home and made a beeline for the temple.
One very happy great aunt. This work is real.
This morning I skipped the gym and did deathbed repentance on my VT writing route. I'll drop the envelopes into the mail on my way to work.
But now I have to sluice off and put on grownup clothes and remember to tank Lorelai.
Looking forward to about 6:30 tonight and maybe, just maybe, an exceedingly early bedtime.
Knit did not happen.