wet sleeve and feeling bad about fooling people

I washed my face and somehow got the sleeve on my turtleneck wet, so now I have it hanging from my shoulder while my arm nestles inside the body of my shirt right next to my body, but sticks out from the wrist so I can type.  As if anyone needed to know that, but every little bit of practice helps my typing.

When I stopped by this site, I noticed that a few people have been stopping in at a post titled something along the lines of sturdy shoes and warm socks. Why is that I asked myself and then I noticed  the short paragraph contained a reference to Valley Forge. So, people who were looking for information on Valley Forge, I apologize for causing you a detour.

I think I’m going to research the cave painting in France now, so I can answer my mother’s questions – she is reading a book that is set in that area and a diver reaches them through an underwater passage. Our question concerns an entrance that does not go underwater, if there is one.

That makes me think of tourism and it fascinates me to think that so many places whose major industry is now tourism once had real day jobs – for instance, Greece.