Madi worried about Truff the whole time because he was alone in the car and very despairing. She smuggled him back a piece of meat from my stew and a chunk of pancake, so I don't think he truly suffered.
Those are our sunday afternoon adventures. Now Madi has been assigned her room to make presentable, but I think that she is styling the American Girl's hair. I am contemplating what I should do this afternoon. Clint's taking a nap so the laundry I need to put away is off limits, happily. I am delighted in "At Home in Mitford" and perhaps that is a perfect read for today. It gives me a fresh perspective about life and challenging people and gives me more grace in my eyes.