I’m supposed to be painting the porch roof’s eaves in preparation for putting up gutters. Instead I’m obsessing about my 3-week trip to the Big City. And I couldn’t find my backpack anywhere.
Yesterday I got my old suitcase out of Landlady’s barn loft, thinking there might be some townie clothes in there that need to go to the thrift store tomorrow. There used to be, but I guess I got rid of them the last time I used the suitcase 2 1/2 years ago. Instead…
Ah! That’s where I put the backpack. Good choice.
