On this last day in January:
The youngest’s college applications are finished.
The eldest is home for the weekend.
We went thrifting.
The week’s grocery shopping is now complete.
We’re in the middle of laundry.
I haven’t read enough.
I didn’t get back to the library for the Les Blank set my friend Ian told me about, and I feel like it’s important.
It was 61°. And so we began.