Thinking, thinking, thinking

I’m thinking we did not buy enough Billy bookshelves when we went to IKEA.

I’m thinking our copy of Valencia has disappeared, possibly into the hands of one of Chris’s former girlfriends.

I’m thinking about the difference between public and private info.

I’m thinking that I feel like I was hit by a train – or had a glass of red wine – though neither has happened.

I’m thinking TW should not say negative things about The Female Eunuch to Michelle Belle.

I’m thinking it is nap time.