Musical Daddy is feeling better. The Boy had a good lunch. We all went to the store, although only I went in, to return the chicken. I got a merchandise credit for it, so next shopping trip we'll get more chicken. We have plenty at home but why should our money be wasted?
I am feeling some action, labor-wise, but I'm not sure if it's anything significant. Of course, if it is, I will post something to the effect of "going to the hospital" so that there's no doubt. The last thing I want is to go and be sent home. Because as soon as it's time to go, I call Mommy and she gets in the car to come here. I call Uncle P to watch The Boy. And I'd really rather not summon the troops more than once.
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