I spent nine hours picking peaches today.
There’s not much else I can say about the day other than when I tried to make twice-baked potatoes for dinner, the fire/gas alarm went off again. And Tim and Leslie let me use their shower, which has hot water. It felt so heavenly that I bathed twice, shaved, scrubbed my face with cleanser twice, and washed my hair three times.
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