I used to say to him...

“I know that you’re the one who is, theoretically, terminally ill. But I could get hit by a beer truck tomorrow.”  (So we needed to prepare.) The other day, I nearly was hit by a beer truck that was turning right/east while I was sitting in the left-turn lane to head south. Thankfully, he made his turn slowly and skillfully, but there was that one moment when his grill swept past, less than a yard from me, and all I could manage was, “Uhhhhhh????” I thought my eyebrows would fly up right off of my face.

I dropped Middlest at the airport yesterday morning before work, then came back this way and hit Wally World for some fresh vegetables and two new pairs of work-appropriate slacks before heading into the office. Made for a long day, especially since I drove up to see the newest grandchild after a quick trip to Shabby Sheep (see below) and grabbing a burger and shake at In N Out.

The cat was very happy to see me when I got home. He had been in the house all day and had gotten used to going in and out as he pleased while Middlest was here. He dashed out for a comfort break, then right back in for a full bowl of food (there were maybe five kibbles in his bowl when I got home), then back out again.

Note to self: Ms. Ravelled, you are owned by a cat. The days of not coming straight home from work are over, unless said cat is outside.

I finished casting on StellaLuna again, this time with markers to denote the pattern repeats, instead of putting them in later. I also bought two different kinds of point protectors to keep the stitches from leaping off the needle.

I am still wrangling paperwork in preparation for our tax return. I got my W-2’s earlier this week.

It’s almost 5:30. I have been up for an hour and a half. I got a good six hours of sleep last night, which bodes well for the day.

I think we are going to paint the ceiling in the dining room Tardis blue, as the background for an approximation of “Starry Night.” We have a plethora of artists on both sides of the family. Then something light and wonderful on the walls, with maybe some sconces for additional light, and crown molding, and I have a friend at work with 700 sq ft of surplus, high quality, pre-padded laminate that might look wonderful in there to replace the carpeting, which was trashed by two large and lovable dogs and a small, less lovable one. I think there might be enough to take care of the halls and the living room as well, especially if I redo the entry with a nice tile or terrazzo.

The inside of my head? Think of water droplets bouncing on a hot griddle. But it’s getting better.