Turning off my alarm I knocked a pair of earrings off where I had set them before I fell asleep last night.
A favorite pair.
They are somewhere under that bed or the little dresser or the vanity. In the dust.
It's going to be a long day.
With the aid of the Tinkerbelle flashlight I just found them.
And a lot of dust.
Dust is winning, though.
And could I please just have ONE more dream about living in a house that needs complete cleaning out and repairing? Could I? Please?