So I found myself getting woozy about 3:30, and I sacked out on the couch. Woke up at 8:00 or so, knowing that I had just wrecked a good night’s sleep.
I spent a couple of hours catching up on blogs, visiting and commenting on new ones, and just generally puttering around. Finally, around 10:00pm, I was ready to knit. Put in disc #2 of Season One of Gilmore Girls and picked up Monkey 2.0. Three episodes later, I checked the time: 12:27 on a Thursday morning, and the alarm goes off at 4:00. Oye!
Here’s what I accomplished yesterday. An empty bread maker. The loaf is bagged and in the fridge for sandwiches tomorrow.
Two loaves of pumpkin pignola bread.
What’s left of the pineapple upside down cake. No, I didn’t eat half of it myself. I took some to Firstborn’s house earlier today. Umm, make that early yesterday afternoon.
And your obligatory knitting content.
OK, sports fans, I’m logging off and resetting the alarm for 5:00. Or possibly even 6:00. [Alert the media, she’s sleeping in!]
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!