Tuesday Nov 1st –
I woke up with the sore throat gifted to me from Mikes own slightly ill self π
The sun was shining through our window and it looked like a lovely day was ahead, but not so long after the clouds and fog came in ππ₯
Mike was working from home, meaning I become even less productive and the house stays constantly a tad messy π
We finished up the farmers sausage soup and it’ll be some time now until we have it again, farmers sausage from Saskatchewan isn’t so easily mailedπ
There was a plan in place to go for a walk together, but just the idea of that put me in bed for a nap π
I woke to smells of something cooking and found Mike had heated up a pizza for us ππ
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