What the heck happened to me?
I am in the d-chair at the moment and plan on heading home in a few hours to dinner and some stitching. Tomorrow, I am determined to clean and scrub things to within an inch of their lives, and somewhere in there is the goal of putting together a September stitchy basket before enjoying some time floating in the pool.
Rich is in New Jersey, so I am left to my own devices for a bit, but I confess that I've been contemplating a Downton Abbey marathon and a big pasta salad as the perfect antidote to all things sports and NCISish.
(But rumor has it there is a football game on tomorrow night in which I might be interested, so this little bachelorette time will not be completely without a ball of some kind being flung around.)
If the weather permits, I might try to get walking again in the mornings. The heat and humidity are not kind to this portly spinster, and my daily exercise has greatly diminished. Time to ramp it up again.
September is almost upon us, Dearies! I am sporting my September nail polish color and am ready for sweaters, pretty leaves, and something wonderful in the crock pot!
What's new with you?