April 27th, 2011

hole question

There really is no checking out.

Not for whole days. Nor for half days. I do find myself mentally checking out for sets of minutes. At work, particularly. Or I find myself having done so.

Here's an advertising postcard from around 1910 that I like but am not bidding on in its auction:

Here's the back:

Interesting to think what we think of as a good kitchen for cookin' in, how decked out things are just so, the surfaces, the devices, the storage. We seem a little spoiled, when I think about it.

Not to mention having to cook in that hair and outfit.

Okay. Check(-back)-in time.

Must stop fantasizing about sleep.