Had a good, productive day at work yesterday. Two more days like that, and I will feel as if I am somewhat in control of my workflow. Somewhat being the operative word.
Current knitting project is humming along. It is likely to end up being a gift for somebody, so no pictures.
Went to the temple after work last night. Just barely dragged myself there but came out feeling a bit more lively. Did proxy work for a handful of sisters who were born in Latin America. They have some really great place names there. I will try to remember to share them, later. Along with my marginally reverent translations and editorial comments.
I wish I could teleport myself to work this morning. Antsy to get started. My to do list is stacking up like planes over LaGuardia. And my energy level is ambling back up toward what it usually is. This respiratory stuff just wears me out.
That, and the whole dating thing. There is a reason why we are supposed to do this when we are young. If I mind my Ps and Qs and we fall in love and get married, can I please have a nice, quiet honeymoon and then sleep for three weeks?
- 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!