Stewing

It's not been a great week. It's not been a bad week, it's just not been great. Stick with me:
Monday we found out about our classmate and the cancer diagnosis.
Tuesday I found out that Pher is eating squirrels.
This week Todd is working days instead of nights except for Wednesday when he worked from 8 am - 9:30 pm. On the way home he blew a tire on the highway. That was not a big deal except that the air compressor was in the garage insted of his trunk. At 9:55 I was on 69 north to deliver the air compressor.
Wednesday and Thursday have been inventory days at work. Usually this is not a problem, except this year everyone seems to be on edge about it. By the end of the day on Thursday, I was whooped.

I got home from work at 5 on Thursday. I was beat, grumpy, my hands were terribly itchy (eczema), and my head was fuzzy from the number of Benadryl I had consumed during the day. I walked into the mud room from the garage and was overcome by a delicious aroma. "Yes," I thought, "Todd started dinner." No way he could have. He wasn't home from work yet. I walked into the kitchen and spotten an unfamiliar Tupperware bowl on the counter. I lifted the already ajar lid and the delicious aroma wafted out of the bowl. It looked much like vegetable soup. I asked Cameron if he made this for dinner...

"No. Go ahead and taste it" Cameron stated looking at me with that beautiful Cameron smile. "It's Christopher's squirrel stew."

That, dear friends and loved ones, is how my week has gone!