This isn't a post, it's just an apology for no post. Over the Thanksgiving weekend we ended up with people sleeping in the office, on the livingroom couch...and now everyone's gone. I bade farewell to each departure with "Did you remember to take your toothbrush? your chargers?" -- those being the items most often left behind. So far, though, all that's turned up is a pair of jeans, a shopping bag called an Envirosac, and -- at first I thought that was a pacifier, but -- maybe it's a bicycle bell?
So I'm afraid this morning is devoted to laundry, and clearly this is going to be a good day for re-arranging the linen closet. But don't touch that dial! As they say on TV just before giving us five minutes of commercials -- we'll be right back. With some fascinating posts. Just not today.
My mother (the other Georgina) used to bid departing relations farewell with a cheery "If you left anything behind, I'll just hock it." (She never actually took anything to a pawn shop that I know of, but she was certainly well stocked with the usual forgotten items.)
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