8:30 am, Thanksgiving morning. Nimbus hops on my lap, so I am forced to sit a while, chai in hand, take a few breaths, and mentally prepare for the busy day ahead.
11:30ish, Thanksgiving morning. Hubby tries to tighten a small leak just outside the front door. The main water pipe leading into the house cracks. The spray is magnificent. He calls the fire…
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