This evening seemed like a good time to get a picture of Day Number 345’s socks in front of one of the many Christmas trees making la casa de Puddin extra festive. And by “seemed like a good time” I mean that I was laying on the couch by the fire with my feet up, admiring the day’s pattern of colorful dots on navy and gray. Forcing myself to get up would, naturally, have been a travesty.
Also, today’s photo of my socks before the tree is, like, foreshadowing or something. And I’ll leave you to chew on that piece of vagueness for a few days.