My husband just brought me a drink in bed, I had asked for juice with five ice cubes… He brought a glass with eight or nine cubes, now my drink is slightly colder than I wanted.
The rain was too heavy for the first setting on my windshield wipers, and too light for the second setting.
I’m scaring myself… today I drank two cups of coffie (two more than usual) wanted to do chores, and talked about POLITICS. I think I’m growing up. :(