Thanks everyone, btw, for the birthday wishes. I had a lovely day.
We got home yesterday evening to thunderstorms and late late night tornado sirens which freaked the dog but barely woke a certain sleepy headed 5 year old. Today was hot and muggy. Ahhh, the Midwest in it's summertime glory.
Tootie and I stumbled through the day trying to jump back into a routine. Everything is misplaced and unorganized. I've got traveler's funk that has made me wander through my day like I'm in a pinball machine - pinging off the first thing that grabs my attention then pinging back again when something else pops up. I don't like it. I suppose I should make a priority list so I can regain more order.
One of the things we pinged into was our mulberry tree in the backyard. We were wandering around and Tootie was the one that spotted the mother lode first. I used the words "mother lode" and she had to ask what that meant. I told her "a lot". Now "mother lode" is a part of her lexicon.