Happy Wednesday, Dearies! I'm here at dialysis...doing my thing!
I'm still making progress on When Skeletons Dance ('scuse that weird pattern showing up at the bottom please):
I spent a few hours yesterday at the desk after a huge burst of energy that allowed me to do seven loads of laundry, re-organize the linen closet, put Costco things away, and empty all of the trash. (No clue why I am doing all of this frenetic cleaning and organizing...perhaps I am part squirrel and am preparing for winter?) It was wonderful to sit and pay bills, etc and look out that window:
I think the ring you saw on my hand might have been this one (my Mom's):
or it might have been this one from the QVC that I bought when I turned 40 and wanted to feel like a movie star (or a Kardashian). It's seven carats of Diamonique and cost me a whopping thirty bucks!
So no, Dearies. No big announcements to make regarding the state of my spinsterhood. I remain single, never married, and never a Mo-ther (unless you count You Know Who).
That's the report from Hoosierville today...how's things in your neck of the woods?