Days 170 and 171 — Quiet days. Work is slogging along — everyone can feel the end is near, we just can’t quite see it yet. . .
Attended my youngest grandson’s Pre-school ‘grad’ last night. Very cute. But you can tell that the little ones are done. Ethan spent part of the performance — which wasn’t even 10 minutes long — crawling around on his hands and knees after another little guy who ran and squealed with laughter. It was hilarious.
Had intended to go for an evening walk, didn’t have the energy. My throat is bothering me again, but I think poplar fuzz might be the culprit this time.