Thirty-two glass jars filled with herbs and spices and labeled with my p-touch. I call it my apothecary.

Took everything out of the hall linen closet and refolded and stacked. Used a Martha Stewart tip and put each folded sheet set into one of its pillowcases — easier to stack and to take off the shelf when it’s time to use, keeps everything together.

Made up both beds with clean sheets, did Freya’s laundry, waiting for the sun to come out.

Still have three pounds of bing cherries to pit and freeze.

Brian has today off so I am taking full advantage of the extra hand with the baby. Though she is napping now.

Amazingly, she slept through the war zone last night. Fireworks are still going off this morning from time to time. I don’t get it. Maybe next year these dingdongs can take a pile of money and set fire to it in the middle of the street. Achieves same result, less annoying to neighbors. Or better yet, blow off some fingers and learn a valuable “lesson.”

Anyway, it’s lunchtime, I better check on that wee one.