My lovely basil crop froze. Bummer. Happens most every year.
I saw a guy walking a wheel barrow today. He was crossing the street. No apparent reason for the wheel barrow.
My son has outgrown all of his shorts. All. Of. Them. And, in spite of the freezing temps at night, it appears summer isn't quite gone. He came out dressed like a hobo this am. So we are off to find a few pairs of shorts and a new hoodie sweatshirt. I miss hand-me-downs.
I'm making a list of ailments to talk to the doctor about... the list is really long. Geez.