I'm being silly. The truth is, I was surprised that I got so tired so fast. I am trying to sleep a decent number of hours - let's say 8 for the sake of argument. But it's not all restful. My folks want me to go there after the surgery and I was surprised. It never occurred to me. I thought/think that I'd like my own stuff around me.
Next week I am going to start clearing out my bedroom. Time to say goodbye to the piles of clothes and books and just STUFF that gathers there...including the unhung art stacked in the corner. I offered Joan Mr. Kelly's old armoire. I've always wanted a cell like room - with a queen bed, mind you and that nice memory foam topper. But the inner me and the outer me don't always mesh - inside, I'm a minimalist. I wear Isseye Miyaki. Outside, bring it all on and in.
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