I asked Jessica, “What is this bread doing soaking in the blue bowl?”
She replied, “It’s benadryl, for the dog, so that she can stay calm after her surgery.”
“OK,” I said, satisfied by that answer.
“Don’t eat it,” she added to help me grasp the seriousness of the situation. She knows I have a special place in my heart for benadryl soaked bread. 
Yesterday Jessica accidentally spilled a container of tobacco juice which we made for some lawn maintenance strategy that was suggested to us. The problem is that we tried to employ this strategy about 3 years ago, maybe more. So the nasty smell was from fermented tobacco juice. It stinks quite badly. I hope we’ll be able to sell the house now
It turns out that my family does not like dried bananas. At all. I discovered this during our family trip because I opened up a package of dried bananas and the whole car churned into a cacophony of complaints that it smelled bad or that someone had farted or died in the car.
I ate the dried bananas anyway. I enjoy them.
After 3 weeks of being on a road trip (during all of which I worked) we’re home. I’ve got plenty to share… later. It’s just that I’ve got more work to do than time, and more time than money, and more money than the impoverished people in parts of the world where I don’t live. I’m working on adjusting all of that as best as possible.
The girls are fine.
Jessica is fine (and beautiful).
The dogs are looking for discipline.
The weather is hotter than I’d prefer.
I’ll try to get back to this – eventually.