|That dull red was blood-red, just moments|
before. Yo! Sailors!
Sometimes I wonder what planet I woke up on.
I am back in the office today, but my brain seems to be hardwired into thinking it's Friday. I hope I show up tomorrow, but it's 50/50.
I used a new conditioner this morning and my hair now has a bad case of the flops. Which, given my genetic make-up, is not a good thing.
In a mad fit of cabin fever, I organized all my patterns.
Just when I thought things were too boring, I had to get a certain someone to the vet. Out of the blue, there was mad head-shaking-ear-flapping. Non-ending. I poked around in the Pat's flappy little ears, but just came up with ear wax. Into the car went the booster seat, seat belts were strapped in all around and off we went - just before the second round of ice.
|My co-pilot in half-mouse-ear pose|
This Saturday, it's a hot time in the old town, with a Valentine's gathering where my sister and I are the youngest in attendance by a long shot. I am spending Sunday firmly planted at home. I've made a tiny bit of progress on my office/craft room and I am all fired up! I may have a desk by the end of the weekend.
As for Valentine's Day - one of many minor holidays I normally ignore - I may rustle up the energy to shape the dogs' dinners into hearts. Or not. Bah, heartburn!