Day 13

It's been a long day, and tomorrow's another, so here's a quick update.  I taught all day, dealt with band stuff and started sorting through some of the fabric that has collected in the corners of my house for the last 8 years.  Lunch and dinner were both leftovers, the bean soup and the tacos that I made earlier this week.

I threw away Fleck's favorite box.  He loves this old box that my isotoner pillow came in, years ago.  I had stored some scrap fabric in the box, and then Fleck sat on it all the time until it caved in the middle.  You can barely see the corner of it in that photo--under the plaid blanket.  He loves the bean bag chair, too.  And the blankets.  And the slidey satin comforter that we keep on the bed in the winter.  And the s'mores chair, my ugly brown, tan and cream-colored striped chair (which also will not survive the next move...don't tell Fleck).  And the fugly recliner...yet another piece of furniture that will not see another Caputo-Jones household.  Above all, Fleck loves to sit on me--any part of me that is horizontal, including the tops of my feet, if I'm standing.  He has all of these places to sit, so I decided to toss the box.  Now he's sitting in the fugly chair, looking at me sadly, as if he was going to go sit in that stupid box RIGHT NOW, but it's out in the trash.  For pete's sake.