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July 27, 2019
The day passed in a blur. I made a raspberry cake early, the best version yet, but it still needs even more fruit (my fault, not the recipe). Once I picked up Sparky, it was like time both stood still and raced. We are not used to entertaining anyone, let alone all day. And it was Sparky, so I should be in Michigan, right? Time and geographic displacement messes with your mind. Possibly the best bit of the day was harvesting the potatoes which was successful in many respects. And the headache that threatened all day never fully broke through.