I hope Rocky and Harley do okay wherever they go.
It’s cold here. I’m putting off going upstairs to get dressed.
Yes, I know the “cold” feeling very well.
I’ve been trying to get to clutter of my kitchen table, and its rather interesting. Today seems to be a day of self-realization, as I have little notepad papers with notes that are/were important all over the place.
I sent a photo of the desk to my Favorite Son, and his response was, “Dang! That thing is FULL!” I reminded him that most of it had been in the little Secretary desk, and even I find that amazing! But little by little, the table is getting emptied of things it doesn’t need to have on it.
Maybe, once the futon/sofa is built, it will feel like home. I hope.
I looked in the mirror last night before I went to bed and found a boomerang-shaped bruise about 1/2” across right at the hairline. It was on a little round bump only a little bit larger than the bruise.
So even at my age, I got a smart bump from crawling around under the desk... ;o]