Hiding in Tomato Saucings

I found a veritable heavenly repository for hats today. On the line. So I picked a few up.

Also, someone rang the doorbell, in a way that package-delivery people typically don’t. So I didn’t answer it. I’ve been peeking out of my window to see if I could make out who it was, but cowardly, I can’t.

Update: It turns out it was a delivery guy. So I ordered a pizza and the dryer broke again. And I’ve sat around leafing green-like, floppy and nothing on the couch, sleeping through parties and rare single lifestyles.

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