I am grateful for the rug doctor. The doc and I share a similar steaming madness for dirt. When we moved here, apart 2 years ago, I figured I didn’t want to put in the effort to clean the carpets, because we’d be replacing the floors soon anyway. I’d still like to think thats on the agenda for the near future, but not near enough for these carpets to squeak under my tolerance for grossness. I still don’t like these carpets, but I like them more now than before, when they were filthy.
I’m grateful for some time with Coop this morning, painting the frame of a bike we’re rebuilding for him.