asking the question
bravery in syllables
do i want to know?

Last night we were exhausted.  As we were catching up on "this is us", Bob was sitting in his wheelchair, with a long sleeve shirt and a blanket over his legs.   I looked up about half way through a show, and saw that my husband was naked from the waist down - his blanket now on the floor, a snoring little hound dog having made it their bed. 

I pretended I didn't notice.

Wondered about all this laundry.  What the future looks like.  Glanced at my converse-clad feet and was glad to have them up and resting.  That laundry, though.  I guess that's today's problem.