Facsimile pic. for imaginatively challengedLife is odd again in SWF. Bonnie is adding a few pounds because of the meds, she says. I assume eating has nothing what-so-ever to do with it. So she is culling her skinny wardrobe. Articles of clothing, like cancerous cells, are infecting every area of the house. Hard to tell if the malignancy is old articles leaving or new articles arriving. This is a slow process because she leaves early in the morning (usually starting the day with some alternative medical appointment or workout) then sometimes passes through around noonish to apprise me of her afternoon schedule. Karla and Moreen seem to have been saving up their activities for Bonnie's arrival. Never one to say no to social invitations, Bonnie claims to be "worn out" but there is little evidence of exhaustion.
I am quite content lounging at home alone, barricaded from intruders by clothing piles.
