But not stitch.
I am craving an entire day in the Happy Chair with Red Velvet Cake. I think the reason why I am not growing tired of it is the fact that I'm not getting to play with it every day and each moment that I do is very precious indeed.
Today I'm going to play Real Housewife of Hoosierville and tidy things up around here before hitting the pool and then returning in time for a pre-dinner nap. I know that this sounds like a leisurely day in theory, but I would much rather be running around Mach Five with my hair on fire being the boss of everybody. That was so much more fun, and at least made me feel semi-productive.
God willing, this is a week without any doctor visits! Very rare, to be sure, so methinks we will celebrate with cake. I haven't baked in the kitchen here at CS2, so maybe I'll bust out the measuring cups and bundt pan and have some fun. The layout and counter space here are vastly different than the house (uh, duh...this is an apartment and that was a house), but I know I can MacGiver a solution to anything that comes my way.
Finally, Stewey made an appearance in last night's dream again. This time, he was wearing a little straw hat and wearing a lovely little seersucker suit, and we were all having a picnic. I was passing dishes of this and that, and he and Rich were discussing the finer points of WWE (which I think has something to do with costumed characters wrestling?). Chrissy and Bosco were romping around with a ball, and I could hear my mom and dad laughing (but I couldn't see them). All I remember is that I felt so peaceful and happy that everybody was getting along and that there was potato salad.
I love potato salad.
So that's it for today. Just me and my domestic bliss and usual neurosis. Monday is upon us once again, my friends! Let's make it a good one!