Okay, today she ventured out into the sub-freezing weather in just a thin pair of pants, t-shirt, and a cardigan sweater. Her flimsy loafers, as usual. This time, no tote bag.
She came to the studio and announced that she was "going home."
Sigh. Again.
She did have a pocket full of snickers bars (she robbed my husband's stash) and a handful of lifesavers. And she actually had her glasses on, which she generally forgets. I suppose from her point of view, she was very well prepared.
After an hour in the studio, she decided a nap sounded good, so she went back in the house to her favorite napping spot -- her rocker-glider.
Of course, all this napping makes it possible for her to wander around the house all night, doesn't it? From about 11 till 4, she is up every 10 minutes.
My husband, a sound sleeper, never hears a thing. I hear it all. Lucky me.
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