Bellows and Muffs

My loud breathing woke me up this morning -- not snoring, just loud breathing for 4 breaths, then shallow breathing, then 4 loud breaths -- it made me remember the leather fire bellows, and using them when I was very small and my father was next to me. The leather was black, and had that particular heavy up-and-down texture. Then I started thinking about things that were just normal that would seem like things from the Middle Ages to most people now. I had a muff -- it was brown and had a silk cord and satin lining. I always thought muffs were very practical -- why did they ever go away?

No Billie yesterday -- hope she didn't try to call when I had Callwave closed.

I have to return Don Giovanni -- however, I ordered a CD of my favorite opera¹ with some of my favorite singers (I have a favorite version but it's out of print) and it should arrive soon. I ordered something else, too, what was it... oh yeah, the CD from Stellastarr* -- on hearsay. I was so tired yesterday that I put a potato in the micro at 9:30, lay down on my bed (covering my eyes as I replaced the fixture bulbs above my head and didn't yet put the shade back) and went to sleep until 10. Then I went to bed at 11-ish and slept until 5 (pretty good!), listened to the people in the house getting up and showering, etc., then went back to sleep for about an hour, waking at 8:30. Like a baby -- I want to get me to sleep through the night. It's kind of funny.

¹I Lombardi