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Today is like this week. I got nothing planned. Nothing scheduled. That could change but for right now, I'm footloose and fancy free! And I have food aplenty so I'm set.
I, myself am showered and dressed. The first load of laundry is in the washer. It's time to do the bathroom rugs, too.
I rarely lose socks in the laundry. But, somehow I have lost a shit load of wash cloths. I have about a dozen lime green IKEA wash cloths. Somewhere. I can find exactly 1.
I can hear Biggie in another part of the house wreaking havoc with something. I'm afraid to go look.
When I was at the doctors now 2.5 weeks ago, I had him freeze off this annoying, itchy thing on my back. It is a little bigger around than a quarter so not trivial. I had it freeze it off because it itches like crazy and scratching it made a bloody mess. It is now 2.5 weeks later and it is scabbed over fairly well and... itching like crazy! It is smack in the middle of my back at my waistline and even with the mirror I cannot see it well. So it's hard to monitor. It is not hot or angry looking so I think it's fine, just taking it's own time to heal but it's driving me NUTS!
I have several cuts and tears on my hands from various things and in various stages of healing.
I watch way too many forensic murder shows. I look at my hands and think what the pathologist will say as he or she examines my body for cause of death. I feel like I'm just mounting up false clues here.
I finished off my weekly crochet along section and have put it away until Friday when the next instructions come out. I'm not loving it, but I am committed. So whatever.
The full photo from the instructions.
Today I'm going back to the sweater that I started last week. And, likely, more forensic scientist murder TV watching. Silent Witness has a buttload of episodes.
I, myself am showered and dressed. The first load of laundry is in the washer. It's time to do the bathroom rugs, too.
I rarely lose socks in the laundry. But, somehow I have lost a shit load of wash cloths. I have about a dozen lime green IKEA wash cloths. Somewhere. I can find exactly 1.
I can hear Biggie in another part of the house wreaking havoc with something. I'm afraid to go look.
When I was at the doctors now 2.5 weeks ago, I had him freeze off this annoying, itchy thing on my back. It is a little bigger around than a quarter so not trivial. I had it freeze it off because it itches like crazy and scratching it made a bloody mess. It is now 2.5 weeks later and it is scabbed over fairly well and... itching like crazy! It is smack in the middle of my back at my waistline and even with the mirror I cannot see it well. So it's hard to monitor. It is not hot or angry looking so I think it's fine, just taking it's own time to heal but it's driving me NUTS!
I have several cuts and tears on my hands from various things and in various stages of healing.
I watch way too many forensic murder shows. I look at my hands and think what the pathologist will say as he or she examines my body for cause of death. I feel like I'm just mounting up false clues here.
I finished off my weekly crochet along section and have put it away until Friday when the next instructions come out. I'm not loving it, but I am committed. So whatever.
The full photo from the instructions.
Today I'm going back to the sweater that I started last week. And, likely, more forensic scientist murder TV watching. Silent Witness has a buttload of episodes.
