For the second weekend in a row, I've had a digestive system issue, but today, I think we're back to normal. Or whatever normal is supposed to be.
Normal at The Compound:
The Old Man is out stressing over his tomatoes, and is picking a mess of green tomatoes for a friend to stop by and pick up.
My Sweet Mother is stressing over the kitchen being clean enough when said friend comes by later to pick up their tomatoes.
Me, I'm just on cruise control and am happy I'm not at work.
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