the neighbor’s tree
We didn’t wander too far afield today. Iris had another crappy night, and I am zonked. She’s definitely teething now, and in order to actually get some quality naptime sleep in her I had to wear her in the carrier most of the afternoon.
Carl and I celebrated not punching anyone by baking brownies and making very thick, chocolatey, gooey frosting to go with. And then we sat down to watch the debate, and I instantly wanted to punch people again.
Must be bedtime.