Occasionally I like to pretend I run a good household.
Today I put some of the outdoor chairs outdoors, four of them. And I moved a bookcase upstairs. In the process I stepped on one of the sharp toys that are strewn on the floor, and it hurt--it happened to be the same foot I used yesterday to step on a thorn.
So in trying to be virtuous, my non-virtuous mess got me. There's a message in there somewhere.
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