A routine task, putting away laundry.
I pick up socks, turn to the dresser, put them away, turn back to the basket. Stack of tee shirts, turn to the dresser, put them away, turn back to the basket for the last pair of jeans it still holds:
The weird thing is, it wasn’t until a full day later we thought to wonder where the balloon shop is.
Flex cannot pass up a chance of a hint of a possible tiny bit of food. We often find him perched in the kitchen sink this way.
On Notification Center this morning about an hour after I got to work. Seems it was meant to be an artful day?
It’s planting day at the manse.