Poison there on the couch… she’s not a fan of her brother Batman. She’s the gentlest little old lady, except where he’s concerned. Why? He’s needy, he gets up in her face, and she responds with unabashed violence. He lucked out this time, but I do wonder what’s in his furry little mind sometimes.
Today has been a lot of doing nothing, which is what I need. I’m going to have to get up early Monday and Tuesday to make sure that I CAN get up early on Tuesday. I don’t want to, but I do want a chance to eat while I’m still able to before the procedure. And I should probably make a point to start getting my stuff ready for that. I’m notoriously bad about preparing in advance, which doesn’t combine will with executive dysfunction. Ah well. It’ll be done before I have to be there, whether I do it this second or later.
Right, back to knitting and thinking!