I stubbed my toe three times today. The same toe. And it's not even like my toe grew and I don't know how to use it all of a sudden. It's still a regular toe, it just hurts now.
I've been posting some art and stuff to Instagram.
I cleaned out the front hallway closet and the entry way to make way for winter junk. Spent a lot of time matching gloves and emptying the hall bench of hats. I don't know why I have 28 baseball hats, I've never bought a one (with the exception of the Superman one I bought for Jack at Metropolis.) Maybe they're like TV's or Stephen King books, they just appear. If you don't have one, someone will incredulously insist you take one from them, there are three of them on the curb right now a block from here you can walk down there and get one.
We're having guests this weekend and I suddenly feel like we don't have any guest pillows in the house. I need someone to incredulously thrust some wayward new pillows into my possession. Do people still put the guests towels out? Is it possible for people with children to even have nice towels? I'm forgoing the nice towels and spending the money on Mrs. Fischer's local potato chips and booze instead. That's more like the kind bed and breakfast I'd run. You get crappy towels but we make a good martini and then you no longer care about the scrabbly terry-cloth parts hanging down past your knees after you get out of the shower. We're all that and a bag o chips!