Or maybe it will be incredibly uninteresting.
7am: To keep my sanity during election madness, re-reading Jesus for President.
8am: On my commute downtown, I spy someone’s pants waiting for the dry cleaner’s to open.
9am: Toddler potty emergency led to an unplanned stop in Starbuck’s.
10am: Visiting with Natalie as she beautifies Natural Baby.
12pm: Lunch. Don’t judge. I was craving that mean looking green pepper.
1pm: Helped a newly pregnant woman pick out some beach reading. (No, not Orgasmic Birth)
2pm: Evaluating the mess. The mess this girl-child makes.
3pm: Picked up Norah from school
4pm: scuppernong snack