I do enjoy the pleasure of his company, but sometimes a spinster just needs a minute...you know? He's very handy for carrying things up the steps, or dragging me out to an event or sporting game, but we all know that I am very block-headed and agoraphobic and lazy and just want to sit in my twenty-six year old Happy Chair in my eighteen-year old sweatpants and stitch and watch the Housewives.
I've planned my menu, written my grocery list, reviewed my to do list, and plotted out the next eight days of...Spinster Stitcher bliss.
First thing on my to do list?
"Throw away to do list".
I will still have to come to dialysis Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but that's really the only "must" that has to happen. Everything else is completely optional.
I would like to clean and re-organize the cube room studio, but methinks that will only take place if the planets align just right and my poor left arm cooperates. It is just too darn swollen and sore to think about much, but I am doing all of the things the specialists have prescribed, and I'm hopeful.
Tonight will be pizza and the Netflix...or maybe Chinese food and an Outlander marathon. Either way, I suspect that it will take place in my jams, with the Magic Blanket and some stitching firmly in place.
We're off like a herd of turtles, Dearies! I hope you have a Fabulous Friday and a Wonderful Weekend doing everything that blows your skirt up and nothing that doesn't! Come tell me all about it!