Wednesday Morning with The Cause

House Condition: Spotless, oddly enough. Paul Amabile is a saint to be reckoned with. Good luck to everyone finding their stuff.

Visual: Half a dozen kids studying, sun streaming through huge plate glass windows into eating area. Out through those windows I see the empty swimming pool (aka the disaster waiting to happen), about forty Black Angus cattle, and a sliver of MD 50.

Auditory: Blow dryers from the girls' rooms, Zion singing over his oatmeal, my mother bustling around in the kitchen.

Not much of a post, but at least now you can see the view from here.

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