Strange Things Afoot

We were in Tennessee for most of the week, so when I woke this morning I left John a-dreaming and came down to check email. And then I got into a longish conversation on the phone and all of a sudden it was noon. I decided I should really go upstairs to get dressed (not that I plan to do anything on this one delightfully open day of Christmas break, but someone could come to my door and catch me in my slovenlies) so up I went.

And SOMEBODY has made my bed.

I stared at it in mild shock then pulled on my Harvey pajamas and came back down to report on this wondrous turn of events. Aren't you glad I did?

Now if you stop by and catch me in my Harveys, you can't say you weren't warned.