Book was a quick read – it’s not very long, and I’m pretty lazy today. I zipped right through it, occasionally pausing to read lines aloud to The Boy as he nodded and kept on with his video game. Wedded bliss, I tell ya. He has seen the demoralizing effect that sleeves can have on me – the dreaded “Escape from Sleeve Island” that Never Seems to End… And then it does. This is why I come back to socks. Second Sock Syndrome has nothing on Sleeve Island.
Which reminds me, I have a second sock problem right now. The first sock was supposed to be evocative of a campfire, but instead resembles disco earthworms. Pix later to prove this point.