Is there such a thing as a regular day? Probably not, but this was close to such...
Dad and Andrew worked on fixing some things on Dad's semi truck.
Mother spent the day up in Bismarck doing 6 sessions.
Jacob and I did dishes, made apple juice and sauce, he worked on schoolwork, and I gave him a haircut. Then we both went out and joined Dad and Andrew on top of the building for a couple hours of pounding, pounding, pounding nails into the flooring.
And---that was our day. :)
"Thank God for regular days, for there are far too few of them..."