Today I ventured to wear the Arwen cardigan. It was okay to wear, but not great. I’d prefer to have a closure of some sort down the front to keep out wayward breezes. At one point I was caught in a torrent of rain and hail so I put up the hood. But as soon as the squall passed the hood came off. If the sweater were red I’d be a dead ringer for the Travelocity Gnome.
My eldest even pointed out that my beard is the same color… Her newly-discovered wit has earned her the right to make her own lunches this week.
On the 22nd (next Tuesday) Stephanie is coming to Portland and I have plans to meet up with some PDX knitters and take the Max to see her speak. I’ve crossed all of my crossable parts in hopes of avoiding family tragedy or illness which might interfere with attending the function.
As typical for a Monday, we’re all tired and in rather bad spirits. Our dinner menu for tonight officially called for chicken noodle casserole, but fatigue and hunger won out over practicality, planning and patience.
The girls and I picked up some grocery store sushi on the way home and called it an evening. Now off for a bath and bed. Tomorrow is an early morning and I can’t stop yawning. Cheers!