Oxygen at 81% at night: I am not a fan.
And yet. Got my hair washed today, got the birdfeeder filled, got a husband working from home this week taking excellent care of me while I try to take excellent care of him as best I can.
Ran a load with your socks, hon, I knew you were getting low.
Oh. I was?
Not anymore.
Tomorrow I might even put them away.