room full of glass in a house that was just isles of stuff
clear through to the attic.
Herself: Small stuff. Feeling better but still coughing. My computer faces south.
That’l keep me out of trouble.
For there’s more to the day than glitz and glam and hot wings.
After writing in my blog, I’ll stretch, laugh with G over the Little Fockers…which we saw yesterday after Chinese out, put another load in the washer and dryer, make the bed, read a few blogs, get a frame for the picture, deal a bit with the dresser one of whose drawers got me in the chin yesterday when I missed a step and fell while carrying it down stairs, buy a frame, cut a tail for the tailless kitty, wash car, wash truck, get gas, and do endless other small errands that have a tendency to overwhelm me if not done when they appear. Did I say shower?
I have this small feeling that I am out of step with the masses today…for some reason.