Wednesdays have morphed into incredibly busy days. I didn't get to see my garden, didn't get to enjoy any down time and worked all day, hustled for three hours straight when I got home to finish my chores and get dinner on the table and now I have to drive to the other side of town to pick up Ruth from her job. I could farm some of it out but then I would feel bad.
Talk tomorrow?
Sure, he says, pretending not to be disappointed. Ceart go leor, Neamhchiontach.
Talk tomorrow?
Sure, he says, pretending not to be disappointed. Ceart go leor, Neamhchiontach.