On the inside

My wreath is proving to be very blippable. Tonight it has been brought inside because the wind is picking up. I managed to get caught in torrential rain from the car to the vets to pick up Bailey’s meds. It was short lived but momentous. That was after I had been to purchase paint for the hall project, more banishing of magnolia. And there was a serendipitous supermarket encounter with the bestest friend which was the highlight of Thursday. Before all of that was a day at work where I didn’t have to cover anyone’s lessons.