I’ve always admired socks. They’ve never burdened themselves with the election of a side, equally content to find themselves on the left foot or the right foot but now, behold, in this harsh wretched polarized political landscape, even the non-partisan innocence of socks is dashed like a Division 3 jock’s dreams on graduation day.
In efforts to preserve our marriage, Pam and I decided to upgrade to a king mattress so I built a bed frame out of pine lumber and then covered it with rough cedar boards. Pam came up with the enlightened idea of including her wood carvings in the headboard that she purchased in Zanzibar, Tanzania years ago. You are invited to absorb the pictures of the final sleep machine. I apologize for a post that is in no way funny or witty.
