preoccupied and perplexed

I don't know why I've been so preoccupied and not writing. Maybe because there has been an anniversary, a birthday, and everyday events with those near and far, that keep me away from the keyboard---except to communicate and complete random online tasks.

There was a little trip to Nordstrom Rack this week that was very enjoyable. Some holiday gifting was accomplished. I need to bring my husband there because he is in need of replacements. For nearly everything he wears. Is there some kind of voo-doo hex on the fibers in men's "foundation" garments (undies, tees and sox) that make them self destruct at the same time--with different rates of use? I'm perplexed.

Do you think I'll be able to wrangle him into a store?

quote of the day from William Shakespeare;

Give me your hands; receive you her, you him; be plighted with a love that grows as you decay.

I do rather like that man of mine.