I was up into the wee hours, then down again for a nap before work, and forgot to set my alarm. I reset the time, just didn’t push the button, and woke up ten minutes after I like to be out the door for a stress-free commute.
By the grace of Heaven, I was washed and dressed and out the door twenty minutes later, and I made it to my desk, breakfast in hand, with three minutes to spare.
Whew. [The only reason there was a blog post yesterday was because I wrote it before I went to bed and set it to publish at a plausible time.]
And it was a reasonably productive day once I got there. I did a little visiting teaching last night, was in bed by 10:00, and up again a little before 3:00.
Ahem.
I am nearly to the decreases on the doll hat I began on Saturday. I shall probably finish it tonight. We have a Relief Society meeting, so no Knit Night for me, but I am looking forward to seeing my church friends and getting ideas to tweak my budgeting skills. And of course I shall be knitting while I’m sitting.
I started researching a new computer last night. Sigh. Today I’ll check on what bargains might be available through the discount program at work. But I would really much rather be knitting up inventory for my Etsy shop, which *gasp* is scheduled to open next week.
This is the part where I get out of my pajamas and put on my jeans and grab the gym bag and leave the house. I would really rather just go back to bed, but I woke from the dream where I am an anti-terrorist assassin for the U.S. government (I know; I think it was probably the bean burrito I had for dinner), and I don’t think I can jump out of another helicopter before breakfast.
About Me
- Lynn
- Eleven years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.
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..i love you. your dreams make mine seem slightly less crazy.
I had a dream that Ash threw a party when Derek and I were not home and the neighbor ratted her out. This morning I made sure to ask her if there was anything she needed to tell me, or if it was all a figment of my imagination.
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