A trip to the Children’s Museum with some lovely ladies.

I mean, silly ladies.

Stationary.

Color.  (I never use my colored pencils, I just like to admire them.)

And a few things without pictures:

Plane tickets for four to Colorado, to visit our fifth.  We won’t have been all in the same room for nearly two years.  I can’t wait.  This feels like a necessary extravagance.

Children of God.  It happened.  I’m addicted.  Again.

A grocery list that includes 3 dozen eggs.  Two dozen for dying red and taking to church, one dozen for ME.  Also salami, cheese, and butter.  Just writing out the list makes me happy.