I have this idea about a post, I write it in my head and can't wait to get it down. But then, when I have the keyboard in front of me, I can't remember it. Can't even remember the subject, and I wonder if it was just a dream idea, not a subject contemplated in waking life. I think, maybe that brain scan is a very good idea indeed, and not just for the dizziness.
Cleaned around the bed today, and decided to wash the pillow cover. Unzip it, and find the foam is seriously disintegrating, perhaps explaining my recent sore neck. All the sheets and fabrics into the wash, everything clean, lighter spreads to replace heavy winter.
When D gets home, we go out for a new pillow for me. Not a trivial item, but the support of the really dense foam makes a huge difference. I choke on the price, but he does not. I've had the last one for over a decade, he says, not so much when considered per annum.
The weather again threatens, but holds back on fulfilling it's promise to actually storm. Sadly. Just upsets Moby, who slinks around, hides, slinks, repeat.
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