I tried to chop wood this morning, thinking that the chisel attachment of our hammer-drill would work. Well, it didn't not work, but I didn't get a whole lot cut, either. And Husbinator had to finish some with the axe. So nice try, but no cigar.
I did manage to make some actual progress on my official to-do list: I made BSM an appointment for his 18-month well-visit. Not officially on the list was sewing new clasps onto my cloak: the old one snapped and I forgot about it until I tried to wear it on Shabbos. Perhaps that was Hashem trying to keep me from making a fool of myself, but perhaps not. New clasps it is!
You know, when I write all that down, it doesn't sound like it should have taken as long as it did. Maybe that's why I had time to take BSM to the park--where he frolicked for a full hour--and then rock with him on my lap for another hour, allowing him both to nap and still get to bed at a reasonable hour.
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