Class had called for a long hot shower afterwards, but by mid-afternoon, Angela was back in her room wrapped up in a warm sweater, distracting herself from the cold, amongst other things, by tidying. If you think she's rearranged that same shelf about three times... well, okay, you're probably right. She's just a little bit fidgety.
What was it with this week and giving her
things to overthink on, and
people to worry about?
It had really been an odd few days, and far too much thought had come out of it all. She was more than ready for a quiet evening, and a similar weekend.
[[and the door and post, they are open.]]