The olive drama continues. I sorted through the olives, and put up a gallon of black olives in brine, a larger amount of purpling green olives in water (had to smash each olive first, so that's a patchke), and attempted to make olive oil (also lots of smashing of olives, and depitting to boot. This is getting ridiculous.)
Between the oliving, I picked up and swept the baby's room for the first time in who-knows-how-long. This is a huge advantage to having moved the boxes out of his room and into the attic yesterday. I also almost managed to catch up on laundry from Yontiff, but not quite.
When BSM woke up from his nap, I took him over to the doctor's office to get a polio vaccine that seems to have slipped through the cracks when we moved (this is an advantage of having a fluent English-speaker read over his American vaccination record). The nurse also offered a flu shot for BSM, which is great, because I saw the sign for flu shots a month ago and forgot about it since then. She also offered me a flu shot. Right! Good call!
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