54 friends, but who’s counting

That was as of bedtime last night. [56 confirmed at 5:19am, and 26 pending, and I’m only linked to a smidgen of the folks in my ward at this point.] I need to tweak how Facebook notifies me via email. Takes me forever to sort through all those emails and respond appropriately. Am hoping they have a daily digest thing.

I put about 3” on my sister’s present yesterday, but after a good night’s sleep, I don’t know. It was good Conference knitting but may not be special enough for her.

Went to bed about 9:30 last night. [No nap yesterday afternoon.] I am right on the cusp of “enough sleep / too much sleep”; should make for an interesting day, if I can figure out what my hands want to create, when I’m on the train and on break at work.

I tried one of the recipes from Real Simple yesterday ~ sort of. I was in the mood for Cream of Wheat, so I cooked it in milk, with a smidgen of cinnamon and the last of the geriatric brown sugar. I forgot to stir in the dried fruit: snippets of apricots in the original, should have been cranberries for me. [And the nuts: why is everybody else so crazy about walnuts? They seem to be the first to go rancid on me, though I don’t mind them if they’re very fresh. Pecans are way better! So are almonds! Oh by the way, that almond gelato I picked up at Town Talk last weekend, is to die for!] I made enough cereal for at least one more breakfast, two for sure if I remember the fruit and the nuts.

It’s not even time for breakfast, and I would kill bruise somebody severely for a carrot stick about now. Makes no sense at all, even to me. The closest I can get at the moment, is a mini-pizza on an English muffin with chêvre, which I think I will do while the tub fills. So while you are eating your Wheaties, I will have the UN duking it out in my gizzard.

I am thankful for General Conference this weekend. I really needed that time to ponder and pray, though I am still somewhat amazed that “Facebook” was one of the inspirations I got! I dozed off repeatedly during yesterday afternoon’s session but managed to wake up long enough afterward to make a quick trip to the Bitties’ and also check on the children’s father.

I wish I could get him to stop calling me “honey” and “love”, but he’s pushing 70, and old habits die hard. [I wish he had been this attentive during the last years of our marriage, but that’s another story.]

Happy thoughts. We need happy thoughts. OK, here’s one: my youngest grandchild still fits neatly on my shoulder, and he grinned at me in his sleep. And another: there is chocolate in my fridge. And another: I know what I’m going to wear when my attorney-friend’s idea of Brother Right shows up in the office for his day in court. Need more? Dinner this coming Friday with Brother Sushi, on his nickel this month. And a return-and-report from Trainman on his visit to the Hawaiian BBQ. [Oh man, now I want some of that macaroni salad!]

Happy Monday, everybody!