Still have a bit of catching up to get caught up with, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I have learned the art of delegation.
That laundry basket is older than I am. Some of my earliest memories are of playing in that basket. Carrying cats around in it. Even using it for it’s actual given purpose eventually.
I was cleaning out my mother’s apartment after she passed. I filled the basket with clothes from the hall closet, took them to the bedroom to pack, and set the basket down on the bed. Right next to an identical basket. I stared in amazement. Somehow I had managed to live well into my thirties, and had even just spent a full week using both of them to sort through that small apartment, without ever realizing that there were two of them.
One of my favorite mysteries of my mind. Not terribly compelling, just terrifically baffling.
Here is a picture of our kitten Diggity for reasons I consider to be self evident.