This is what I saw when I opened my eyes (again) at 9:37a.m.
Because this is what greeted me when I first awoke at 3:00a.m.
Which is not all that different from what I saw on Tuesday morning, after putting the trash and recycling out on Monday night:
Yes, I am home again today. But since I got out of the house yesterday, and I got to interact with others in a non-virtual way, I am quite content. Also, I hit the grocery store on my way home from work, so I did not have to break out the almond milk.
Have had a lovely exchange this morning over on Facebook with my friend Jerry, formerly of California and currently of The Land of Ice and Snow. He knits. He spins. He’s 6’4” and can probably take anyone who thinks he should turn in his man-card. [The new guy also knows how to knit, thanks to a teacher in high school who gave him that task as part of his grade.]
More lovely things, for my girls who love shoes, or anybody else who does.
As for me, I am taking my poor sad misshapen toes over to the couch and curling up for some quality time with yarn and needles, while listening to David Reidy. I finished the last of Tuesday’s brownies when I woke up the first time, so there will probably be more baking later today.
Life is good.
- 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!