Right before we closed this afternoon, K had to catch the 20 goldfish she purchased for the pond in the open house exhibit. And bag them. Even better times. Lots of laughing. Like herding cats only smaller and faster. I had to hold the bags of water while K poured the cups of fish into the bags. I am completely afraid of fish. If one of the fish had touched me I would have thrown the bag and screamed. Now, that would have been an open house memory they could talk about for years.
I have wash in the washer and darks in the dryer and I am going to have a cup of homemade coffee and perhaps a sandwich. Then I am going to go sit somewhere and be still and quiet. Until I fall asleep.