A large grocery order laid in for Summer and Ryan today, the raw material for what we intend to be a proper stock of meal-prepped meals frozen and waiting, so that with five-month-old twins in the house they need only reach into the freezer rather than cook. It is a plain sort of help, but the plain sorts are usually the ones that matter when sleep is short and the days run together. If the errands take me the right way, I may cross paths with Fele. I would be glad of it.