to dry. Yep, it’s laundry day here at the old Attic. Unfortunately, my undies (aka foundational garments) don’t look nearly as sexy as these but the view from my window is better and the glass panes aren’t as grimy. That’s something, right?
Sounds like the SO and I are going to walk up and get our haircuts today. Mine is so overdue with the last one being right before I went home for the holidays. We’re both looking like Shaggy SO I and Shaggy SO II.
The sun is out and it’s a welcome reprieve from our recent winter rains so a walk will do us good. Fresh air, or as fresh as it gets in the city, and lots of green lushness and blooming flowers in people’s yards.
These are, indeed, the days of my life here at the Attic.