Napping on crunchy brown paper is pretty nice, but napping on a soft fleece pillow is even better.
Mom was a maniac on Saturday, cleaning and sorting stuff, donating stuff, recycling stuff, trashing stuff and cleaning stuff. Sunday she took it a lot easier. She paid the Mr Bills, baked some cookies, made some granola and put a lot of meat and tomatoes in the crooked pot. She is looking forward to her upcoming vacation. Regular readers know we watch the tennis in New York.
Until then, I'll be doing my usual thing. Napping wherever I want.