Answered two emails. Wished a friend happy birthday on Facebook. Gathered up my sewing supplies to finish putting snaps on Faith’s sweater. Realized that I had used the wrong grey to stitch the last snap on, halfway. Re-threaded the needle with the right grey, wondering why this time was so much more difficult than yesterday. Discovered another needle (with a far larger eye) in my pincushion, threaded with the right grey. Laughed at myself. Packed my gym bag. Fixed my hair. Packed my lunch. Remembered to turn the window unit back on, after using the blow dryer. Grabbed my work-appropriate shoes and a pair of suitably conservative socks. Shredded approximately half of the 100 pages that my shredder considers its limit. Gave it indigestion anyway. Found Middlest’s address in VA, and my postage stamps. [The old, dead planner was way more useful than I thought. I had my whole life in there, and I am not feeling the love with the new simple planner which replaced it. I may have to bite the bullet and cough up the cost of a new binder and a new package of filler.]
Dinner and dolly time with Fourthborn tonight, woohoo!
- 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!