I spent most of yesterday on the couch watching shows I'd DVR-ed and crocheting on the purple & red beanie. I kept dozing off so I didn't get done but I'm in the home stretch, or maybe it's the back stretch, anyway I've got less than 10 rounds left to do. With any luck I can finish it at work today.
I got my last Christmas gift in the mail yesterday too. The set of interchangeable needles I bought with my gift certificate came. Eeeee! I love the sharp tips of these needles and I like the green blue color, it reminds me of the ocean. Of course I have all these sizes of needles in fixed ones but these are better. Pointier. Prettier. Thanks again, DS, DIL1 & LC. I love them and I love you. More.
No sign of the cat last night, although I was watching and whipped my head around every time the outside light turned on, which didn't help the abating vertigo. Both the anti-dizzy pills and a visit to the chiropractor are helping that go away. *whew*
February 25--Noel Schwab, Cargo. The dock was wet and slick with years of spilled grease and oil. The sodium lights on the tall poles around the edges cast rainbows in the spray and in the coils of oil in the puddles. Jackson's boots were black with the wet and the papers on his clipboard were swollen into near illegibility.
And that's when the Sandman grabbed my pencil, tossed it and my notebook onto the nightstand, and dragged me off to Dreamland. I was a willing captive. Time to pile on the warm clothes and toddle off to keep the world safe from SCUBA diving. Toodle-oo.