I've reached a new low. I ate in my bed. Never ever do I ever eat in my bed. It's two things you just do not combine. It would be like making a salad on the bathroom counter - yuck! I didn't even eat in my bed in the hospital.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
We weren't sure we were going to be able to go, but we managed to squeeze in a visit to the kids before seeding. We helped Tucker empty his stuff from the studio for the summer. Next term, he'll have his own cubicle, so he's really looking forward to that.
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