Listening to: my HP printer at 12.43 at night. The end of my working day.
I had a weird moment tonight. I came home and found that a couple of embers had left some nasty burned marks on the carpet in front of the fire. We rent our house, so these kind of things make me gasp. (I guess if you own your own home, you might also gasp a smidgen.) Anyway, from the depths of some part of my brain came the memory of reading something about rubbing a silver coin on the burned spot. And it worked. Where had I heard this from? My mother? Some old magazine from back in the day? (They used to have handy tips for the housewife back in the old times you know, not the latest on Brad and Angelina.) Memories are so strange like that. You remember something but you have no idea where the hell it came from. I just DO NOT know where that came from, but it surfaced when needed. God, I think I'm getting old.