Color me suspicious.
I just came home from a long day of pushing computer keys, on my way to band practice, pretty much expecting that Catherine would have long forgotten my morning plea to start the load of towels and run them through the drier.
You can imagine my shock, then, to find the towels done and the load of lights I’d left by the machine not only washed, but nearly dry.
What’s more, she greeted me by bounding down the steps rather than calling hello from behind her bedroom door.
Pinch me. I must surely be asleep.