I am grateful for time spent with Coop this morning, pulling up the last of the carpet tack strips of my dingy carpet removal project. 

I am grateful for an Irish history that I feel justified in appropriating by virtue of my marriage. That’s because it makes me feel more legit when I bake soda bread, which is awesome. It’s fast, cheap, easy, and delicious. I should know. My people have been making it for thousands of years*; at least when they weren’t being pillaged by my biological Scandinavian ancestors anyway. The Vikings probably came for the bread.

I am grateful for some kid free time when Julie took the boys out for the afternoon. It was quiet. So, so quiet.

* actually, only since the 1840s.

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