I wake up to Eddie's cooing. Such a sweetheart. JoAnna's caught some kind of bug, so she's out of commission for most of the day. I spend much of my time doing chores: laundry, washing the bathroom walls, cleaning the bathroom heater, reorganizing one of the kitchen cabinets, washing the kitchen floor. Throughout this energy spurt, I tape -- or should I say retape -- a variety of 70s tunes.
By the end of the day I have added to my discarded pile of albums. After telling Andy about the Three Bears for the numero bazillioneth time, I crash out with him. JoAnna, obviously feeling alone and neglected, comes into the boys' room to rouse me out of my slumber.
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