And I’m trying. pretending life is normal, whatever that is. I have 2 wash loads in, including our bathing suits and beach towels—to be put away for the season:? For me, certainly because my leg still has not healed. For Matt, maybe, depending on the weather and what he wants to do.

Isn’t this ridiculous, that my blog has descended to this level of banal (boring) mediocrity? It could be interesting if a sociologist compared then and now, but I’m the only one aware of the change. Welcome to the future—more of the same. At least I’m not wasting trees. What am I wasting? What’s left of my life I guess.

As I get weaker and weaker and more and more inept (inepter?), I begin to question and to hate designers’ decisions. I find as a single worker, that I loathe and despise fitted sheets. It really takes two to fold them neatly so they fit in the linen closet. It also takes two to fit the pocket around the mattress. I hate them, the sheets and the designers.

Thought for the day? Maybe not.

I’ll think some more, before it’s tomorrow again.