I'm sweating my bazoombas off, and have been for the last week and a half. It's not particularly hot here...quite the opposite as a matter of fact this morning, but here I sit in a puddle of Spinster sweat.
Is it possible that I am finally stepping from the vestibule into the anteroom of menopausal hell?
Nothing at all to report, Dearies. I managed to get some exercise in the pool yesterday, and am hoping to do the same today, but my energy level is going to have to move substantially upward for that to happen. Right now I'm just...snoozy.
Sweaty and Snoozy.
How's THAT for a fabulous combination on a Hoosier Sunday morning?
Progress continues on RVC:
I'm going to see if I can get a few stitches in before the day's fesitivities commence.
Here's hoping that your very own Sunday is peaceful, lovely, and calm, and that you get to do everything you want to and nothing you don't. Have fun and come tell me all about it!