New couch arrived before 8.30AM, furniture in living area re-shuffled (poor Hubster’s family heirloom—the record player, circa 1970s—got the shaft), three loads of washing hung on clothesline, a Zoom stretch and mobility class, and now here I sit.
If only I had the time to write a post/short fiction piece, but I have to chug into my freelance editing task.
So have a good day and yada yada yada, I’ll see you tomorrow.
(By the way, how good is Seinfeld, still. After all these years. Never gets old!)
(Tell me what you think…image is THE couch)