Photo Log of June 16, 2019

My day. Sunday, June 16, 2019.


Woke up. Beautiful day outside.


Checked the weather and all the usual things in the morning.


Ate breakfast while I read the Sunday comics.


Updated my journal.




Had my own worship, Bible, and chat-with-God time. I went to church on Saturday.


Played with the cat.


Ate lunch.


Washed my hair.


Cleaned up my mess from the previous work week.



Combed my hair and got it put together.


Worked on my story.



Went to my niece's 3rd birthday party. What a long day!

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