I have zero pictures today. The sun shone zero times. I did zero laundry. However, I did gather eleven eggs and a nice basket of spinach. I worked on August's blanket which, at this pace, should be done before he gets his driver's license but not by much. I watched about three episodes of Call the Midwife.
Let me stop here. WHO THE HELL IS DOING THE MAKE-UP ON THAT SHOW?
I think it could be Donald Trump's make-up artist. Everyone has orange powder caked on their faces. Even the nuns. I'm sorry but English nuns should not have orange faces. Their faces should match their whatever-those-things-they-wear-on-their-heads are. You know- those white nun scarves. Especially nuns who are midwives because midwives spend a great deal of time indoors, waiting for babies to arrive.
Just my opinion.
I still love the show, though. They sure have covered a lot of ground on it throughout the years. Today's viewing included contraception for unmarried women, abortion, prostate cancer, Downs Syndrome, adoption, sex addiction and venereal diseases (those two went together), faith, fear, the Olympics, and probably a few other things.
I'll never forget the time I was watching and the doctor's son asked if he could go see the Rolling Stones play. This was jarring, but historically accurate as to time and place.
Those boys have been around a long, long time.
A lot of money.
Because they didn't die, would be the answer to that.