This morning I walked to the grocery store -- a two-mile round trip, pushing Seamus in the stroller and moving at a good clip. On the way home we were weighed down by a gallon of milk and other groceries. It was a lovely fall day, and he slept the whole way, his hand stuck in a cup of cheerios. In the afternoon, I transplanted hostas, pruned bushes and got the yard ready for the winter while Seamus and his dad and big sister visited the grandparents and watched baseball. At the end of the day, I felt a little tired, but like a lot had been accomplished.
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