Socks and Smetana: Vltava (The Moldau)
6 hours of sleep.
Every dang visit to the laundry room comes with exasperations. I HOPE that by chronicling the experiences with the right combination of people I can make things better for others who have different circumstances. Anyway, I have clean bras, sleepwear and socks, all of which counts as very blessed.
I have too many people I care about and want to get things done with who are also high maintenance. Blessings to one for reminding all the time not on purpose about looking out for myself.
I do not know why the cat wants to sleep under the blanket on the edge of the bed where I most want to sit to put my socks on.
Smetana always makes me glad in a occasionally dark eastern European way.
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