I'm writing this well past March 22, 2012. I try to keep notes every day so I can go back and update this blog with the journaling of our lives when I get around to it. In a perfect world, I'd do an entry every night before I went to bed, but come on now, that would be some kind of routine and I thumb my nose at routine. I try not to, but my body just says, routine - to hell with routine, and so we end up with days lost or something where I couldn't tell you one thing that happened.
The notes I have for March 22, 2012 are seriously lacking - they say, this and only this:
Stew allergies; Shop Rite
That's all I got.
What I seem to recall is that Stew came home from work feeling bad. I got him settled on the couch and I went off to Shop Rite to get him some orange juice and some medicine - beyond that, I got nothing. I'm sure I worked. I'm sure I spent some time in the scrap room. I'm even pretty sure that we watched some tv - but that's all folks - all I got. March 22, 2012 - not exactly a day to remember.