Foggy Day, Foggy Brains

I am having one devil of a time keeping my eyelids peeled this morning.  Yes, I did my yoga practice.  Yes, I ate my breakfast and had coffee.  Yes, I even dragged the garbage bin back into the garage so that when the fixit guy brings the snowblower and all the lawnmowers back there'll be room for them and I won't have to hoist the garbage bin over them all or drag it through the house to get it back in its place.  *pant, pant*  I've got serious eyelid-drooping going on.  Maybe it was having a big, juicy ribeye steak smothered in grilled onions for supper last night... but that steak sure was good and I was a good girl and didn't gobble it all in one sitting.  Leftovers, it's a good thing.

Here's the yarn I dug out for more snowballs.  I kind of feel a snowball jag coming on after Monday's snowball making fest but I also dug out a couple skeins that I bought in Knoxville, TN a few years back to play along with the Fringe Association Hat-Along #5.  I'll admit that I've skipped #2, #3, and #4 in favor of knitting Sudoku squares (I want that damned thing DONE!) but I fully intend to backtrack and make them.  Really.  One of these days.  And I will not knit on black yarn at night or make cables while knitting with a group so Sudoku squares will still get made.  Cross my heart.  First on today's agenda is to weave in the tails of the last Sudoku block so, see?, progress.

November 4--Mel Curtis, Tyson with Daisies.  They looked like a scene in a Hallmark Channel Movie of the Week.  The little mop-haired boy in faded overalls clutching a bouquet of daisies sat on the top porch step and his faithful yellow lab lay alongside him.  I watched from my window across the street, standing back to stay in the shadows.  I saw the boy's lips move, talking things over with the dog, I imagined, and the dog's eyes watched him as if it understood.  As the time passed the boy fidgeted and the daisies wilted but still he sat.

I guess the kid's waiting for someone but I was too tired last night to figure out who.  Sorry.  Time to drag on some jeans and a halfway decent shirt and maybe a cotton sweater (because it's so damp out there) and get off to work--since I have to make a couple stops on the way.  Toodles.
--Barbara