“It’s curtains,” I tell the Geezer this morning.
The curtains are coming; the curtains are coming. We are both skipping the gym, oh - no guilt at all, to move furniture around so the curtain folks have room to hang curtains.
I’m allergic to dust mite poo. Bottom line stuff here. For years we had no drapes at all in the bedroom to keep the dust down. Then for another few years we had those hanging vertical blinds to cut off the light from a new streetlamp. While waiting for the curtains, G took down the blinds. It’s amazing how cold a room can get with single pained glass in an eight foot slider.
Today we will get a tad bit warmer, just as the weather is warming up, with curtains on the windows in the bedroom. Christmas warmth indeed. Best of all, I didn’t lose anything or forget anything yesterday. That’s heartwarming.