Doggone, I’ve done it again. I even washed my bed linens earlier in the day so they would be promptly dried, but it is 1 a.m. and I realise that I have neglected to make my bed.
Well, one benefit to having to climb all over my queen-size bed (it’s up against a wall, so I can’t walk around it) is getting myself a bit worn out.
A sign of spring: I can finally remove the heavy wool blanket from the layers! Oh bother — I really felt better with the weight on me. Having nothing but a top sheet and quilt is unsettling until I get used to it again.