This is what obedience looks like

These are the water barrels that I learned to clean at church a couple of weeks ago. And one perfectly shabby-chic corner of my coffee table, made from a door that used to hang on a henhouse, among other places. When I was cleaning and sanding the table to repaint it, I removed several thin layers of wood across the back, some of which had notations of how many eggs were gathered on a given date.

The barrels are now over by the front door that we never use, awaiting the arrival of a couple of bung wrenches and siphon tubes, one set to keep here and the other to send with LittleBit when she flies the coop in a year or two. Wouldn't do either of us any good to store a two-week emergency supply of water if we can't get to it in the event of an actual emergency.

I have been enjoying the couch recently. Ditto the fancy-schmancy TV. After work last night I attended a wedding reception for the lovely daughter of good friends at church. The video store was on the way home, and I scored four new movies from the 4 for $20 table. Since LittleBit was spending the night at a girlfriend's home to celebrate both of them surviving their junior year, I stretched out on the couch with my Rebuilding Greenburg block and two movies. One I probably won't keep [Failure to Launch] and one I probably will [In Her Shoes].

Alert the media: I stayed awake until 1:30 this morning. Me, the queen of faceplant-in-guacamole at 8:30. And I slept until nearly 7:00! I have since enjoyed a sensible breakfast of apple oatmeal, and I just polished off the leftover half of a nuked sweet potato with *real* maple syrup drizzled on it, because I was dozing off during Steve Martin's remake of Pink Panther.

I can't decide what to do next. LittleBit's hoodie is as done as I can make it until I buy some of those foam blocking boards like Wendyknit's, and that won't happen until next payday. I just realized that I was knitting when I should have been putting together the drive-by-fooding for the missionary elders. Obviously, insufficient protein consumption chez nous, and nowhere near enough sleep. So I guess the next thing is to put on a pair of shoes and head to the grocery store and take care of that small detail.

I think I'm only going to be good for two blocks for Rebuilding Greenburg. Heaven knows that I have a ton of suitable yarn in the stash, all of that stuff I bought when Brother Stilts moved to MO so he would also sell me his stash of vintage mohair. But after arm-wrestling five cabled panels into submission for the hoodie, a bushel of simple diagonally-knit garter stitch blocks does not qualify as a Real Good Time.