Isn't this a ghostly image? It's the white button-up M wore to his catering gig in Cloverdale yesterday. Apparently, it was a dust bowl out there and the shirt got really dirty. So in the wee hours of the morning he sprayed it with Shout until it was soaking. Well, the smell filled the house, so he hung the shirt right outside our back door.
The last two days of the 9-6 are coming up. I underestimated the bicycle-commute portion (much more exhausting than I anticipated), but I overestimated the work-grind part—it was remarkably smooth, thank god. Anyway, I won't count my chickens before they're hatched, but I'm glad to see the light at the end of the tunnel.—SF
Ohhh! Love the ghostly image!! Glad you made it through your commutes and the 9-6 grind. Today was a little easier for me. I guess I am getting used to sitting all day with no naps . . . uh, scratch that. I did come home for a power nap today. :)
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