Just engaging in a bit of pre-bedtime tea drinking while laying on the floor. Or rather more accurately, laying on the floor pouring hot tea over my neck and ears until my face is steeped enough to sit up.
Blarghle! Wanted to capture this moment in time; I’m wearing socks that match!! CB’s mum did our laundry once 2 months ago and painstakingly paired our socks. That was a chore because socks haven’t seen their mates since they were first worn. Is it weird to think of matching sock items as mates? I guess they could be twins, buds, chums .. I think that’s telling, that I thought mate instead of twin or friend. Means I’m a pervert I guess. Socks in my dresser, mating in the dark with a bunch of dirty strangers on top of my underpants. Man Valerian root tea might be too much for me. Time to turn this screen off and rub my toes on CBs toes and dream of cheese slices…. Peace out yall’s