In the scramble of yesterday morning, I searched for a tie. I have not worn a tie in many years. I had not opened that container forever. It was a difficult search ending in all my ties scattered on the bed and not a one tied around my neck. (For what it’s worth, I saw only two ties at school.)
This is how Izzy spent that morning.
Daddy’s ties. I good spot to nap.
Note to self: get a few plain ties.