Before heading into town, I got a load of laundry washed and hung, and painted more on the upstairs floor. (Have to do it in walkable patches, because it's an important hallway).
Every so often I go into the nursery and smile foolishly - Jake and I picked the cradle up from my sister's house yesterday. I thought that this cradle had been my dad's, but there was an inscription on the bottom of it: Handmade by Grumpy Grandpa Leach, and a date just three months before I was born. It was made for me! By my grandpa! And now my little girl is going to sleep in it! (SLEEP, right? *taps belly pointedly*)
The warm fuzzies were barely dented when the cat decided to throw up underneath it.
Now, I have done dishes, chopped some wood, made a fire, cleaned up the cat puke and am ready to collapse sideways into my chair for a while.