I feel like I say two things every day: fantastic day! exhausted.

Both are very true.
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Jon and his mom made breakfast this morning – eggs with cheddar cheese, bacon, and a quick caprese salad that she threw together when she brought in some tomatoes (and basil) from her garden.

We didn’t eat much lunch since we were anticipating a large dinner and had eaten a large breakfast – just shared some crackers, cheese and PB.

Jon’s brother had us all over for dinner (plus swimming). He had ribs and corn on the cob – we (Jon’s mom) brought homemade potato salad, baked beans, steamed green beans (Jon’s steam then toss with olive oil, salt and pepper method) and tomatoes.

(It’s apparent I liked it all, huh? I discarded the bones because I have Issues and can’t look at them.)

Oh – AND she made homemade peach ice cream.

I was stuffed and exhausted by the time I got around to eating that ice cream, but I could NOT resist. Didn’t really try.

I’m ready for some food and sleep normalcy. How the hell do people make it past 10pm on a regular basis? I’m a wimp.

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