Lorelai and I had an adventure last night. We’re both OK, and I need to take more pictures before I can post about it. And it might even be starting to be funny by then.
Let’s just say that Brother Sushi is my hero. [Not that there was ever any doubt of that.]
Lots of knitting between 5:30 and 7:30 last night, only the first bit of it angry knitting; pictures of that tomorrow as well, most likely.
The McDonald’s in downtown Dallas typically plays classical music, to keep out the gangsters and the street people. Last night they were playing Frank Sinatra. I am not a big fan of Frank Sinatra. I almost felt sorry for the gangsters and the street people.
Can’t wait to get on the bus this morning.
Sleep is a very good thing, *and* I am still feeling a wee bit Ravelled.
- Four 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!