SUNDAY SPINSTER BLISS...

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.