And how did I get a bonus day?
According to my watch, I slept “Fair” last night.
I was awake 2 hours and 47 minutes when I was supposed to be sleeping.
During those 167 minutes, I was sure that when I got up it would be Sunday.
But surprise!
It was Saturday.
So, I consider today a bonus day.
Decided the old body was entitled to a day of rest – so just a little stroll around The Asylum Grounds.
OK. The laundry room was free.
And every autumn, I wash my robe.
Close enough to autumn.
I am positive that this robe is my oldest garment.
It was a wildly expensive purchase considering my finances at the time.
The robe represented hope that
A gentleman might need this in the morning.
Time passed, and a gentleman stayed for a lifetime of breakfasts.
However, he was a very proper gentleman who came fully equipped with his own robe and many sets of jammies. The robe became mine.
The dear man even took his jammies to Fiji!