Huh. There was a mirror under there.
Huzzah! We have bought a new bed. I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS. A decent mattress is flippin’ expensive and my old bones hurt. It arrives tomorrow.
Which means I did a deep dive bedroom clean over the weekend. Hoo boy! I own the Museum of T-shirts. Also, hoodies. What is a woman my age doing with so many t-shirts and hoodies?
Answer: wearing them. I defiantly threw out all my business clothes when I moved across the sea and decided it was nought but jeans for this little weasel, forever.
I draw the line at baseball caps. Nothing says “outpatient psych clinic” like an old woman in a baseball cap.
The best things, though, are old notes. I write myself notes all day (because I have a crap memory) and squirrel them away in my pockets as I go. If I don’t toss them soon after, they become cryptic within days. You know, crap memory.
My favorite so far: “skeleton heater”
February 7, 2022 — 7:38 pm
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