Imbolc New Shoulder Moon
Sometimes. Well. So, the washer failed first, on Thursday. Then, a day or so later, the dishwasher. 1 Stop appliance, the folks who do Samsung repairs up here, only have two days in Conifer, Monday and Wednesday. Monday was full, so Wednesday. That’s the day before Kate’s surgery.
Then, this morning around 4 am, Kepler began to puke. On the comforter. On the quilt. On the carpet. OK. Kate woke up first and as is our agreement, first one aware cleans up. I got up, too, carried comforters and quilts to the laundry room. (but, if you’ll recall from paragraph one, the washer is not working.)
Last night we got about 4 inches of snow, too. That figures into all this because we have our physicals this morning in Littleton. And, obviously, afterwards, I have a trip to the laundromat.
“Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would be.” Good song, but posted here, as you might have already guessed, ironically.
