You have to allow for the wall.
Yesterday I had some really grand plans, I was going to do the prayer shawl and get the hats started.
Didn’t count on having a really terrible night’s sleep and falling asleep while I sat in my knitting chair (that’s right, I have a knitting chair, let all be filled with envy) and because it was also date night, I was going to have a few hours less.
When i finally embraced the fact that I was not going to move at the same speed as I had before, I finished the prayer shawl and prepped for the other things to be made and counted myself as content. This morning, after a much better night, I have my determination back after what was essentially a day off.
I checked the 10 day weather forecast and it looks like there will be just two days next week that have those arctic temps. I did not see the day coming when I would be happy for temps that were just in the teens but there it is. Adapt. That’s the new buzzword. I am certain the ‘warmer’ weather – hey no one said I couldn’t adapt and be sarcastic – will help me.
There is a workout in the future but no cleaning scheduled for today and somehow tomorrow is a free food day – which I thought should be Sunday but I don’t argue with the schedule. And writing. I have to write. The day is full.
So, today in Knitsville we will be working on two caps and some mittens. Two orders left here yesterday and one is all ready to go and I am certain I may be able to get something done to leave with it. I might consider taking a drive to the post office if I get two things done. I count the prayer shawl as two items because they do take longer than a hat. A scarf might be one and half points. But I like seeing more than one item leave in a day. And there’s no way for one and half things to leave so if I can get one more item done before the darkness and coldness come, I will venture over to the late post office and give them the goods.
There is no snow on the neighbor’s roof – I somehow look at this as a barometer of how it is outside where there is plenty of snow on the ground. I am sure there is a logic to it. The temp is a balm 22 degrees, I have some leftovers from Dave’s last night and Mr. Honey will be doing the grocery shopping later so there will be some quiet time. I was thinking of heading over to Caputo’s (Mr. H doesn’t like to shop there) to get some fruit and veggies and pecans – an expensive indulgence. (Just the pecans $6 a pound.) I’ve been craving grapes and apples.
The good thing: the store is really close to the post office…do you see the plan?