Why am I awake at this ungodly hour on Christmas Eve? Is it possibly because of the phone call I got from Jeremy's manager trying to find out where he was? He was asleep, and only twenty minutes late to work.
I tried to go back to sleep, honest! The bed was so warm, and Zoë was so cuddly. Instead I started on the chores.
The chickens were happy to be let out early. I love the sound of beaks on the pavement. I don't know what else to do today though, the dishes aren't out of control, the laundry is almost done. What I need is a sitter and a car so I can go help out at the HUB. I've made an arrangement with the owner (she's my friend, too) that if I work for her a few hours a week I get a gallon of Pure Eire milk. If you've never heard of Pure Eire, you're missing out. It's a dairy that is local to south-eastern Washington and it's heaven. At ten bucks a bottle, there's no way on earth I'd be able to get it for my family, so I really love the agreement. Amazing milk for my family, almost free labor for her.
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