Thanks for the good words, everyone. At the moment. The moment. I need to eat something.
Had to borrow the mini-fridge in the garage to Herself, as she bought a new fridge w/o bothering to measure the space. "Well, we're on our own now."
Her text was sad. So I asked her if she wanted to take the kids to supper, which she jumped at. I've been using the time to get somewhat more situated. Putting the clothes back in the dresser.
Which means I had to confront the t-shirt drawer. With all the stupid t-shirts from the stupid places we stupidly went when we were stupidly a loving couple. New Orleans, Tahiti, the Police concert, Alexandria, Cambodia, on and on and on. Good thing we have a clothes-for-the-needy bin across the street.
I'll have to take the comforter to the dry cleaner. Washed the outer on Super, twice, it smells of Billy Mays now, may he rest in peace. But the comforter itself still WAWly.
Who'da thought. At the end of it all, it comes down to smell.
