here today. Relatively, speaking. Prairie has been her usual talking, singing self. But all the men in the family — Sid and our boys —- have headed out into the rain in their steel-toe workboots. No wastewater installation in this muddy mess. They are wastewater detectives today, seeking to solve the mystery of the golf resort with a very smelly problem, the kind of smell that leaves guests choking, gasping for breath —-clearly not the ambience guests look for when paying big bucks to attend upscale socials or a round of golf.
Before my Wonder Boys left, the 7-year-old Wonder Boy helped me get started on a muffin recipe I found over at the Prairie Frog Blog. I have borrowed quite a few recipes from the Prairie Frog Pantry. This one is a keeper that will go in the regular breakfast rotation I am planning for Lincoln.
Our menfolk deserted us before the muffins were finished, so Prairie and I finished mixing them. Rachel was sleeping a little later than usual, so my little helper enjoyed her Mama time scooping muffin mix into the muffin pan. I enjoyed the coziness of home, having my girl beside me, the pitter-patter rain music coming through the open window and the prospect of using my clothes dryer.
Prairie Sings 
Sewer detectives are hiding under the eaves of the golf club. Pouring rain.