Too Tired to Type

Apparently my week of vacation caught up to me today. Studly Doright and I arrived home around eight last evening and crawled into our bed after showers and a snack. He was snoring before I turned the lights out.

Today I ran a couple of errands in Tallahassee, while Studly unloaded the pickup. Now I have a brightly colored hill of dirty clothes awaiting my attention. Laundry will have to wait until tomorrow, though. All I had energy for after sorting the clothes was a nap. It was a beautiful nap, transcending time and space and stinky socks.

I’ll leave you with a couple of photos I took of motorcyclists leaving the lunch gathering at our rally in Bristol, Tennessee. I might’ve ridden a couple in my dreams this afternoon.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

5 thoughts on “Too Tired to Type”

    1. I really don’t mind doing laundry anymore. My washer and dryer are so efficient that it seems to take no time at all anymore. Of course it helps that there’s only two of us now.

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  1. Leslie… I am sure getting worried re you and these bikes, no matter what you say…
    Hols are great but the coming and all the washing and all the everything else??? That is the only time in my life when I ever wish I was seriously loaded. xxxxx

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