I filed last Friday. I've already done two responsible, adult things with part of it. And I took Middlest and me out to dinner at Cracker Barrel in celebration. I had a lemon pepper seasoned, grilled trout fillet, a cup of steamed broccoli that was almost delicious, and a small, perfect baked sweet potato, from which I knocked off most of the brown sugar. And a biscuit with butter. There is a corn muffin waiting for me in the fridge.
I am sensibly full, definitely relaxed, and incredibly thankful.
Also, I completed the heel flap today and turned the heel at traffic lights on the way home. (Couldn't do that with an adult-sized sock, but it's eminently doable on a baby sock.)
Part of me wants to stay up and knit awhile. Part of me argues that I really should work on the quilt until I can't keep my eyes open any longer. And part of me wants to read. Since I can read while washing that corn muffin down with a mug of milk, I think reading is going to win.
- Five 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!