Home sick from work today -- that headache you're sure will fill your whole body -- and after much sleeping, tea drinking, reading with my eyes shut, some music, a tiny walk in the blistering wind, very cold in Cupertino today, I did one load of laundry. Towels. Sky blue, taupe, white and fluffy, washcloths that have circled our faces and lain on the floor, and the raggedy green pot holder from the last post. Hot water. Only one load. It's a headache, I didn't work, but I'm not dying. I did not hang any laundry out today and nowhere in my yard is there such a nice tree for a line, but this is a very good photo.
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