too late to still be in bed... but toooooo early to get up. argh.
i read mummies new essay on mental contagion as i was going to sleep last night. check it out people (i would assume most people reading this have already read that, but just double checking). i could not relate anymore with the dishes. such a strange satisfaction each time. it's funny. i can't seem to share the task either. it's really all or nothing. i have a system and you just can't mess with it. i'm sorry. i don't care how many years you've been washin dishes... i just do it better than you.
wish i was there to help you out with a load mom. you know how pretty my stacks are too.
alright. a bowl of muesli awaits my attention and consumption downstairs. maybe i'll get ambitious and shower too... maybe.
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ahhh... yes... my dishwashing debutante! wish you were here to create lovely stacks so we could sing duets while you cleaned the kitchen (and i didn't!)
hope your day was productive and/or enjoyable.
miss you (but not in a sad way...)
And here's a quote from Robert Heinlein:
"If in an argument with your partner you find out that he/she was wrong, apologize at once"
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