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Lila slept in her own bed every night for the past week, and last night she didn’t shoot straight up in bed like a stepped-on plank screaming MoOOM as if her very life depended on gettiing that word out and getting me into bed with her. I expect to hear it any minute now.

Chris painted her room, a light violet on 3 walls, but the alcove where her bed is tucked into he left the dark blue and painted stars and moons in white. It’s quite pretty and her bed is like a little faerie nook with the gauzy green arbor hung over it.

I made a Vegetable Bread Pudding for supper last night, so golden with our fresh eggs! The girls are giving up 5 a day right now in the warm weather. Served it with a big green salad and we all groaned yummymmmmmthisissoooogoooood while we gobbled. I’ll do some sort of omelette tonight. Trying to lay off meat a bit because Chris is having some issues with The Gout. Such a crazy, old-man sounding illness, that. The Gout. But I made a potato soup with collards and keilbasa on Friday and he hobbled around all weekend on achy feet. So lots less pork and beef.

I got a gold USB cord and my printer works.

The temperature is finally dipping to the freezing mark and snow is on its way. Or so they say. I felt the chill in the air yesterday while out doing the shopping and enjoyed the feeling of having on the wrong coat. Brrr.

The cough is less today. A lot less. Amen.

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