Hello, world. It’s Sunday, and it’s living up to its name. The back door is already open, cats atop their table. One of them is peeping at a bird. I’ve been up since around 5:30. I was too warm, probably because I was curled up in a ball again. The cats were good. Both came up on the bed for some attention.
I did some crafty stuff yesterday. I’ve started my embroidery project, and it’s going ok. It doesn’t look like the picture, but it’s not even close to finished. It’s taken me a few color blocks to get comfortable enough with the stitch to start to get creative with it. I’ll spend the remainder of the project debating the merits of cutting out the first couple of blocks and redoing them, or tweaking what’s already there just a little. Enough to make it blend in, anyway.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, and we headed out to the nursery. We had about 40 minutes to kill, before his mom expected us. Fortunately, they have three or four greenhouses full of stuff to look through. He picked out a red calla lily plant, signed a card from us and the cats, and we drove over to Shady Acres. There was an exchanging of gifts – plant for mom, tool for dad, plastic storage for me – and we came home to be lumps.
And lumps we were.
Today, we’ll do just as much as we need to do. Shawshank is getting the laundry prepped, and we’ll have brunch later.
