I am home from Mass. after being called to come home early as Daddy had a serious relapse. He was in ICU for three days, but is better now and home.
I slept 19 hours.
The heater is still not installed.
All the furniture in my house is pulled away from the walls because the radiators aren't installed completely either. The sofa is snuggled up to the coffee table so that you have to walk around the sofa and step into it if you want to sit down.
My tomatoes are ten feet tall. And horizontal. Someone (uh-hum, Don) didn't get them staked while I was gone.
The pumpkins and winter squash have an uncanny resemblance to Audrey II and I am getting nervous.
The house has an odd smell. It is coming from the pantry. I think I need safety gear before I dive in and see what it is. Potato? Onion?
I have washed the same load of clothes twice. Every time they are ready to hang on the line, it rains. Running the dryer makes me sweat more. Perhaps the clothes will wear out from washing and I can just throw them out and not worry about ever drying them.
It is good to be home. I think.