Ma made two trips to the old house yesterday. I got to go with on the second as her sanity was slipping and she needed my very best TLC.
Dad’s closet is now officially empty and one third of Ma’s made its way to the bedroom floor of the new ranch.
As she was exhausted and had to make real food dinner as there is only so much take away a human can eat the clothes mountain remained untouched and we climbed over it to get to bed.
So when we had our usual nocturnal awakening Ma said “to pot with this Scoob I’m not lying hear listening to Casey tooting I’m going to get these clothes put always”
I did not move just I case she’d put me on a hanger and arrange me with the grey sweaters.
Triumphantly some ninety minutes later she got the job done and climbed back into bed.
Now this is why we then slept like logs till six.
Blessing#2628-Night Shift
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