Stick a fork in me, I'm done

This evening when Harleigh was getting ready to take the trash can down to the curb, I heard her yell, "Mooooooooom, the garage door just broke!"

We pulled both our cars into the driveway, managed to get the door closed with doing any further damage, and agreed . . . we're going to bed.

May tomorrow be a good one. (At least the dehumidifiers and fans will be gone as of tomorrow. For four days now, 24/7, we've not been able to hear much of anything over the constant white noise of all these machines. The peace and quiet alone will be good medicine.)

Sleep tight.