Rich went to early Mass and came home with the New York Times and Starbucks breakfast. Remember the time he came home with bagels from the Martin's and I waxed rhapsodic for a week and a half? Well, this was right up there.
We spent the day helping my sister and then grabbing a few things from the house (like my Notre Dame hockey jersey and the patio chairs) and then went to Bob Evans for a late lunch/early dinner. Were it not for the fact that I ordered chicken fingers, I swear we were looking at our future....a drive in the car at about 35 miles an hour followed by dinner at 3:30.
So now we're home and I am in pajamas and ready for some reading, stitching, and TeeVee viewing. I think tonight is the night that Jamie and Claire get...reunited...so I expect that I will be knee deep in the Outlander just as soon as somebody decides to hit the hay.
I have made the executive decision that tomorrow I will spend a minimum of one hour in the cube room studio...even if it's just to paw through my stash or to select something new to play with. This no-stitching thing needs to stop and stop now.
Back in whack. Eventually. That's the goal anyway. I'll let you know when we get there, but I wouldn't hold your breath too hard over it. This IS me we're talking about after all.