Today, the Mini Vader and I are home together, as our short Sith Princess recuperates from bronchitis.
We had a mostly uneventful trip to the drug store to pick up her prescriptions, and now we’re watching a lot of Nick Jr. and eating toaster waffles.
On a positive note, Chris (with an assist from Steve S. and his truck) picked up our washer. So no more trips to the laundromat. I did learn a valuable lesson from that experience: if you have to go to the laundromat, and you live the same distance from Corydon and New Albany–go to New Albany.
Now I have to try and get my house back into some kind of order after the last month of chaos and disorder…