Better

Stayed productively busy at the office today. Worked a little on my self-evaluation for my mid-year performance review, just before quitting time.

When my Waze updated recently, I lost the commands/directions in Morgan Freeman's voice. (When he was telling my which way to turn, and when, it was definitely more in the nature of commands. One night a couple of weeks ago, he told me to take a particular exit, and I didn't, and I got stuck in traffic for at least half an hour.) So I've reverted to Elvis voice, and I think they've tweaked his recordings as well. I don't remember being called "baby mama" in his prior incarnation.

I haven't been anybody's baby mama in over 25 years, so that made me giggle. When he told me to take the same exit that Morgan had told me to use, I bypassed a huge traffic jam. I have no idea how much time I saved by doing so, but I at least had the sensation of forward progress, which was a definite plus.

Picked up Fourthborn, we grabbed Bueno, and we were almost the only members of the knitting group tonight. Another came, with her truly darling little girl, and hung out for about half an hour, and we left shortly after they did.

I've updated my spreadsheet with my bonus amount, and I've downloaded three bank statements, and I am officially done for the day.

I did get some knitting in.  Fifty-two stitches cast onto 0000 4" DPs, and six rounds of garter stitch worked, to make what I hope will be a successful cuff to a successful sleeve for Middlest's doll Avery. I will attempt some miniature Fair Isle tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight my eyes are heavy and my hands are weak, I can't seem to stand on my own two feet, who'd a-thought that I'd a-have such luck? I'm too pooped to be all shook up.

Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, Oh yeah.