6/15/22, pt 3/3 – I kept saying to Fred “if they’ve not been eaten, our eggs will surely freeze without one of us sitting on them,” but Fred said, “Wilma, my love, they’re made of tougher stuff than that, and it’s not like it’s winter.” I could only hope he was right.

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