so far so good at the homestead
so far so good at the homestead, though my tummy’s wondering what the hell is up with all the food I’ve eaten. I’m cutting back, but still they offer food every other minute, like when there’s a lull in conversation… “you hungry?”
So I’m taking a few moments to wrap gifts so the tree will look pretty. Brother should be here anytime soon and mom’s hitting the stores on the way back home for groceries, I think. My father hasn’t done a thing. I’m not sure he DOES anything, to be honest. He just wanders around the house like maybe he wants to suggest something or do something, but nothing yet. Maybe just making his presence felt.