I couldn’t believe my absentmindedness. Readying the guestroom for a friend, I realized what I had placed at the bottom of my guestroom bed was not a weighted blanket, but instead, my Christmas tree skirt. And it’s April. Not that a Christmas tree skirt on a bed is probably a very useful idea in December…
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And another thing
It’s akin to psychoanalysis when you begin to look at the accoutrements of a life. I said to a friend the other day, “But who am I without three dozen appetizer plates in varying designs?” I was only half joking.