Dream 322: Fridge Kisses
10.11.2013 § Leave a comment
We’re re-arranging the fridge. Reset button, start from scratch. Currently everything’s emptied out across the kitchen floor, nothing stacked, at least an inch between all items, paths between sections allowing for getting around and for clearly getting a sense of how much of each kind of stuff we have before resorting and replacing into the fridge. Due to the nature of the work, though, time is of the essence. Some things are melting or growing cooties or whatever. I’m presently unwrapping the paper off the butter. I keep trying to time my trips to the fridge so that I bump into Karin while she’s there too, so I can give her a kiss, but it hasn’t been working out for a few minutes so I’m sad.