Between the adventures of yesterday afternoon, and this morning's appointment and related errands taking longer than expected, when I left the office I was torn between going to the new Knit Night and just coming home. As it turned out, my innards decided for me: home, buttermilk, and an early bedtime. I've finished my buttermilk and the last corn muffin.
Middlest is finally sleeping, and I don't want to do anything to interfere with that. When I woke up this morning, my kid had been up since noon yesterday and looked like death warmed over. We've added another Rx to the mix, and it should be delivered tomorrow. They're hoping it will fix the exhausted-but-can't-sleep problem and boost the efficacy of the migraine regimen. This migraine has been going for two months now. How my kid can feel so miserable and not be a misery is a miracle on the order of the loaves and the fishes, and a testament to character.
I finished the doll hat last night and wove in the ends this morning, and I think I'm going to pick back the end and accelerate the decreases, because it looks rather as if the doll has a nipple on top of her head. That's been bugging me all day.
I did manage to get a sweater/jacket cast on and a few rows worked, and I'm not sure where I want to go from there. Actually, that's not entirely true. I want to hop in the car and go buy a pint of ice cream and eat the whole thing, but I'm not going to do that. Sleep will take care of much of this unRavelled feeling, and sensible food choices will send me off to bed guilt-free when Brain decides to cooperate and let me fall asleep.
I spent half an hour or so preparing the medical receipts we've been collecting for the past month, photographing them, and submitting them for reimbursement. I love that app. In about a week, there will be a nice fat cha-ching! into my savings account.
I'm also resisting the temptation to pursue retail therapy. I'm tempted to grab one of the last boxes stacked in the breakfast nook from when we mucked out the middle bedroom to make room for Middlest, but I don't see any way to make sorting through that a soundless task. So it will just have to wait.
I guess I will just go noodle around with the doll sweater and see what sort of inspiration strikes.
- 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!