Church was uneventful other than Claire shrieking once during prayer requests.
The rest of the day we tagged along with Lynn.
Then while the girls napped Lynn met the trucker to load up soybeans to haul to Alabama to sell.
The trucker said he would be there at 1pm. And by 1, he apparently meant 3pm. Which is progress, since earlier this week he was supposed to arrive at 9am and actually got there at 6pm. Gah.
Then we had more farm family togetherness.
Can’t believe the weekend is already over. Have a good week friends.
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