Things about living in a house with no furniture and few possessions
I drop the mail on the living room table and it drops to the floor. I go to lay out a shirt for a run tomorrow and the only place to put it is . . . ?
Gracie loves to run through the house wanting me to chase her. Which would be more fun for me if she weren’t running on hardwood floors.
The dust bunnies underneath my bed were so big that they chased the dog.
One thing about having few possessions – I have suddenly become very good at haiku.