Fibbed.

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Not on purpose, mind you.  Just that, when I went to go to bed, I thought I'd do one last tiny little thing.  Take the towels and pillowcases out to the line.  Which I did.  Then, since I was there, I put the pillows in.  Fair enough, right.  But, then, a shower really sounded good.  And brushing my teeth, since I was in the loo and at it?  Sure.

Then, I set the dishes up.  Right.  Being right there.  Of course, I also had to put the roast up, and carve the chicken and get that put away.  Really, quite a good little gig.  I would love to get cream, but that is just too far outside of my abilities for me to contemplate.  But... I got everything else.

I am, as well, going to wait for the pillows to finish, then get them out there.  The stuff in the dryer needed another round, so got it.  It is getting rather warm, up to 78 near the machine, and at least 76 through the rest of the house.  Really want to go to bed.  But... just this last thing.  Or... maybe not.

They will at least be washed.  And, I can hang them when I wake.  That will just have to do.  Amazing how fast I crash, at points.  Dishes and laundry will be ready, and ready to cycle, when I wake.  I should be quite ready.  I can't believe how quickly I crash when I sit for a moment.  Goodnight.

But, while I am fading, perhaps a little sparkle for your day?