JUST US CHICKENS...

Rich has gone to work, and I am left to my own devices in the Happy Chair today.  I am still decidedly unwell, but I really do think that this might be my new normal for a bit.

(At least that's what the chart in my kidney notebook says.  The only symptom I don't have at this point  is edema/swelling, so I definitely have THAT going for me!)

Today I have promised myself to deal with the enormous basket of mail that has accumulated.  I have gotten myself into a very bad habit of not looking at things as I should, and I end up finding all kinds of things in there.

(Note to self: Must get better about spending a little cockpit time.  Also need to get another Erin for the new year and use it!)

I had hoped to clean and scrub and scrub and clean the apartment to within an inch if its life today, but methinks a little more time under the Magic Blanket with the last five episodes of Outlander might be better for me.

(Can I get an "Amen" from the congregation, please?)

So that's it for today, Dearies.  A whole lotta nothin' goin' on in these here parts.  I hope you are warm and safe and dry in yours, that your needles are flying, and that you'll come tell me all about it!