Accept what you can not change. Like teenagers. JHC. Not sure I will survive.
Leo's off for a weekend of train chasing in Minneapolis. He has strict orders to text me when he arrives. He took pity on me and agreed. Owen is at school and there is just the TINIEST chance he actually arrived on time. Unlikely, but there you go.
Dinner last night. Not the prettiest but good. Potatoes from Farmer Greg, with a bit of butter, zucchini, poblano pepper, a bit of tired broccoli and yellow pepper, smoked pork tenderloin.
I guess fall is here, despite the fact it's to be 88 today.