Fuller is going in and out of the house as he pleases. We have the doors open and he just keeps lapping the house going out one door and in the other.

I have made the master mix, done dishes, cleaned the stove top, talked on the phone with my mom, and folded laundry.

Damon is in the attic rearranging things so it is usable space and we know where things actually are.

I don’t know why, but I feel like we are nesting. So much to do, so little time to do it.

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