(I know I'm a total whackadoo, but days like this make me appreciate being able to stay inside in my pajamas all day without guilt.)
Not much stitching to report from yesterday. Treatment completely knocked me out and I was under the weather for the duration of the day and evening.
Rich is heading to New Jersey on Thursday, so I will have ten days to miss him and revert back to my old single spinster routines. I know there will be tacos and lots of housecleaning and late night stitching, and probably more than enough bad TeeVee in the form of Housewives to shake a stick at.
(His visits home give me the opportunity to crawl back into my neurotic agoraphobic turtle shell and just be...quiet...for a bit, so as much as I worry about him driving and being away...I do appreciate the time to reset all of my buttons..)
I have received a ton of emails asking about my sister and Bosco. They are both doing well and living out of state. She opened an Etsy shop called Siggy's Closet and is making and selling stitchy-related things, and Bosco is supervising quite nicely. He will be 14 years old in September and is still as cute as ever. I miss the little guy so much and sometimes feel like it was just yesterday that he was terrorizing Stewey on the ottoman.
Speaking of Stewey...he still pops into my dreams every now and then. I have a good cry about twice a week because I still miss him so much, but the laughs over his antics usually outweigh them. He sure was a special part of my life.
OK...that's enough rambling for now. The countdown has begun until I pull my first Maynia project out of the box tonight! WooHoo!