Mother’s Day. I was not the mother my daughter needed. I was not the daughter my mother wanted. Mother/Daughter not my finest roles.
It was a fine warm and sunny Mother’s Day. I managed to log my 5 miles today. I turned into a squirrel this morning. I stored away 3 weeks worth of yogurts. Just like a squirrel stashing nuts. What am I expecting?
Carlton continues to be “fine”.
Enjoy every sandwich: Most excellent chicken and cheese quesadilla. With salsa, guacamole, sour cream. What’s not to love?