We have a pretty nice weekend, yet cold. We had a family wedding to attend, which was held outdoors (yes we froze our bums off, but the sun was out too), cut up more barn wood, and Hubby got up Sunday morning and cooked me breakfast (even though he had to work nights starting last night). We actually have started putting wood up (cut and ready) for this next winter. It's a small start, but a start, and it makes me feel so relieved. Say a prayer Hubby sticks with it this spring, summer and fall. He's notorious for putting it off.
We finally picked up our seed potatoes, although it was "slim pickin's." No red potatoes this year, just white. Red hasn't been that great with lasting long without a root cellar or basement, and white does better in my kitchen bin. We'll see how it goes this year.
My routine will be discombobulated this week. I need to do things backwards, like make a pot of coffee at dinner, which we never do. I need to make sure something else is leftover for Hubby's lunch too, or more like breakfast. It's gonna be a crazy week for us.
On the breakfast table . . .