We're on the road after a very rough night. Apparently Tristan has some sort of reaction to cold medicine which turns him into a raving lunatic crackhead. He was up all night, finally got to bed at 3 and up again at 530. Not a good start to our day.
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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