Herself: Packing….oh, the deliciousness of anticipation. Dinners and breakfasts laid out for himself. Fine tuning what I see on the blogs and what my computer does. I’ll be back Monday.
Reading: Still the latest Crider.
Balance: The gym and a shower.
I mentioned this mildly, and G leapt up and grabbed a set of regular percale sheets. Bottom sheet….stretched and didn’t fit. I’d forgotten that we bought this set of sheets when we owned a double bed. So after only a moment or two of panic, a new Queen sized sheet was found from the same package and quickly put on the bed.
No more feeling nubbly cotton bumps on the legs when you moved them back and forth over the fabric. No more comfort of a gentle flannel pillowcase tucking your head in against the cold. No more quilts. No more childhood memories of the bottom sheet going in to the laundry, and the top sheet moving down to take its place.
Now in cool comfort, my legs slide to and fro across the smoothness of the polished cotton. I’ve certainly been sleeping well, but I miss the comfort food aspect of my old flannel sheets.