Catching my breath…. puff, puff, puff
Since I’m home alone (at last!) today, I’m trying to work on my bedroom, specifically, getting some of the floor picked up in front of my husband’s dresser so he can put his clothes in it. He’s got three baskets full of clean stuff that hasn’t been put away because, frankly, there’s too much junk in our bedroom! Too much from both of us; I’m as much to blame for this condition as he is. Laundry, laundry, laundry! That’s the…