Carlton always laughed at me for fussing so much about “what to take”. His idea was to take a handful of stuff out of every drawer and cram it into his suitcase. He would do that the night before we were scheduled to leave.
Not me, I gotta fuss. And change my mind a dozen times.
More horrors from The Asylum. This time it is our “writing areas” located next to yesterday’s “sitting areas”. Hey, when I am getting my exercise by hiking around and around the building I have to amuse myself somehow. Maybe tomorrow, we’ll look at the waiting for the elevator areas. Or the fake plant areas.
I’m trying to find a word or term to describe the writing areas:
so last century…