It’s time to clean my closet. Guys you can stop reading here.
I can’t fine my favorite bra. As I stood looking at the shelves in my closet I realized I have been stuffing stuff and misfiling everything for the past few months. It’s a mess such as the world has never seen. I exaggerate, of course, but it’s now taken precedence over grocery shopping. (Most things do.)
Just wearing the favorite undergarment support makes a difference in the day. It’s a lovely lavender color, too. I will shoulder on (!) even with my regular granny style delicates. This caffeine is hopefully spark enough to empty my half of the storage area for our costumes and create a share pile for my future travels.
Oh, and a herd of deer came traipsing through our ‘hood this morning – I counted ten – cleaning up the spits of green in our yards. That was probably worth reporting more so than the closet quandary.
“Go and clean something today,” is the encouragement.