I've been watching the pillow go round and round in the washing machine. It's the first time I've washed it in . . . forever. I am starting to worry about Ellie's parents staying here and finding it wanting. So what? I ask myself, in my rational moments. They will have a free place to stay in a very expensive city. But still, I have been adding to my stock of sheets and I bought an electric blanket for the bed. I will clean and fret in the days before we leave.And then we will be in India, amid unfamiliar people and things. I find it impossible to imagine that transition, as I always do before a trip.
The pillow doesn't look all that different now that it has gone through the wash. But here's hoping it smells and feels better.
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