Huh? I love it. As my mother might’ve said, “it’s a good transition piece.” And pockets to die for!
Came down early this morning. Lit the fire table and worked on the laptop in order to change a bunch of Eliza’s reflective queries to statements. Sharp reader pointed out that the form got wearisome (to be frank, Eliza gets tiresome, too, but that’s a different issue).
I folded all the cloth in the front closet yesterday. Wow. It’s what most would consider a decent stash. For me, it’s just the stuff that wandered upstairs during a handful of projects. We might put a few little shelves in there.
Shelves! Long desired! Functional! Simple!
Minors forms of progress feel so necessary right now.
It’s Saturday, right?