Today I was late for work. My sister came over early to wash clothes in preparation for her trip which starts tomorrow and he washer gave out. Isn’t that always how it is? We spent some time catching up and then I got desperately behind and had to fly around like a mad woman to get ready. We banged into one another about fifty times.
Spent a nasty rainy day baking six dozen cookies for Mom’s work lunch meeting tomorrow. She can’t bake, I learned from my dad who learned from his mother, who learned from I don’t really know. It was pretty nice, actually. We spent a couples hours visiting. She doesn’t come over as much as she should, maybe I will just have to bake more. I miss dad.