I discovered this past weekend that as time goes by I'm becoming increasingly allergic to grasses. I had to mow the lawn; zipped through it at light speed, thought I'd escaped any difficulties and came inside. Half an hour later I had the whole delightful "can't see, can't breathe" experience. I'm thinking it's about time Joe learned to mow lawns.
Busy-ish times. Various of the kids have strep and/or pinkeye, Sara's been doing a fair bit of Etsy stuff and some flowers for a prom this weekend, and I've got a camporee with the Scouts. Theoretically we'll get the garden in at some point...
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