My house is a wreck given that the still broken hand is my dominant hand, and both of my daughters are unavailable.
The other is living the life of the adored older cousin in Idaho this week; she'll be in Montana next week...26 days of adventuring!
While I'm not home alone, The King & Lad are not the greatest at general housekeeping. Yes, the dishes are done. Laundry gets washed & dried, but not put away.
Being bored out of my skull, I've turned to the endless source of recent amusement: steampunk.
Sure, it's just a corset. But I wore it in public for no reason at all, and my waist measured a mere 22".
And then I dyed my hair.
Nor did Parry.
The King says I have the hair of a rebel.
I say when you can't change your life, change your hair.
I'm awaiting a package that could change everything...maybe.
All I know, is I'm quite tired of circumstances changing mine.
It seems I'm being unwise...that I'm ignoring good foundational strengths.
All I know is I have an idea about time...and I need to see if I can get it to work.
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