As hard as I try, I can never do more work in a day than my Amish friend Emma. If I hang out two loads, she's hung out three. If I tell her I've canned tomatoes, she shows me 250 quarts of applesauce that she's done. But we're happy about the small amount we got accomplished today anyway.
The youngest is having a good spell in her colitis ordeal right now, and I pray that it goes on like this forever. At least we have really cool medicine for when it does hurt. And a fantastic and caring family doctor, phew.