Having now been frozen solid in a block of ice since the beginning of time, your humble hostess, being your humble hostess, is still your humble hostess. She doth admit to having a fuller understanding of the term "cabin fever," which does not involve an actual fever (unless it does), but refers to the ironic condition of having no desire to venture out into the endless sub-zero tundra while reeeeeally wanting (needing?) to get out of the house.
No matter.
Your humble hostess offers up a phone cam round-up just the same. Enjoy.
Love, HH.
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3 comments:
I always love theses posts. I love how you find uniqueness in the ordinary. Each little photo becomes it's own poem and piece of art.
Not many people know how to do that.
Thank you!
Stop Laundromat. That's a small business. I'd stop and drop my shirts to be laundered.
Glad to hear someone out there is receiving my broadcast. Thanks John and DDP.
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