These are fuzzy socks from the JoAnns. I think they were about three bucks for a pack of two pair, and all I know is that they are changing my life. They are warm and fuzzy and stupid stupid soft, and the designs are whimsical and making me happy.
I am determined to stitch today, but I need to get my wits about me. Last night's dialysis session was rather drama-filled because I clotted and then decided to lose my blood pressure. Let me tell you, kids, if you ever want to see a trauma team in action, let your blood pressure drop to 60/40. I've never had that experience before, and I'm not sure I ever want to have it again, but the team was well-prepared and I lived to tell the tale. Just a little worse for wear today about the head and arm, but nothing a Tylenol and a few ice packs won't remedy, I'm sure.
Today is bitterly cold and snowy outside, so the Jersey Boy and I are hunkered down with sports on the TeeVee and a pot roast for dinner. I had hoped to be with my stitchy sisters today, but alas, methinks it will be the Happy Chair and the big girl sleigh bed until tomorrow morning when I venture out into the tundra for the next adventure.
Thank you, as always, for your notes and love and support and encouragement. Please forgive my negligence in responding to you properly....I am fretting over the lapse of etiquette but know that you will all understand.
I hope that your very own Saturday is warm and safe and dry, Dearies. Let's see what fun we can get into and then come tell each other all about it!