Remember I got a fish spatula for Mother’s Day? It’s really a grilled cheese spatula.
OK. I’m trying to retrench again. I feel like this is a new phase of the pandemic. I’m trying to not wish my old life back, I think that isn’t going to happen for a long time.
I spend a lot of time thinking of things to buy. Then I put them all in an online cart. And then I spend a lot of time convincing myself that I don’t need to buy whatever it is that I think I need to buy.
Vince’s summer job at a local-ish (2 hour drive), sleepover Boy Scout camp is cancelled. I asked him what he was going to do this summer. He said – I dunno.