The late Igor was greasy. I tried to get second-hand pillowcases for his pillow because his body oils were just so intense, I couldn’t get the grease out. It was just his body. I don’t think I would have used antimacassars for him. They would have been ruined, either by the oils or by the hot water and detergent used in trying to clean them.
It’s 56° out there...
We’re having heavy rain now. Jake desperately wants me to go to bed with him, but instead, we’ll be leaving early for church so as to drop Patrick off at work.