I woke up with a sore throat and immediately decided today was one of my last days. With my lungs a cold or the flu could easily turn into a Major Thing. I know that's how it will end. It's just a matter of time. In Mom's last year, she kept falling. She'd fall, they'd take her to the hospital and fix whatever she broke. Each time it took her longer and longer to recover. Finally one day, she fell, and while most everything was the same, she didn't even break a bone this time but she knew it was the last fall and she was ok with it. She didn't last a week. I hope I know. I'm pretty sure I'll be ok with it.
And, I'm happy to report, the sore throat was, apparently, a result of my sleeping with my mouth open. And... not the least bit fatal.
For the past decade, I have pretty much knit only bears and other stuffed toys. Because they must be machine washable, I've only used acrylic yarn. Cheap but soft acrylic yarn. I have a couple of projects I want to do that really want nice, pretty, soft, wool. And so yesterday, I finally broke down and ordered the good stuff. My credit card was charged (a pretty penny, I might add) and I got an email saying 'here's your pattern' but no receipt or list of the yarns ordered. Yesterday I checked their website and it said order not found. Today the order is there with a note 'there is a problem with your order, please call us'. That's not a very merrychristmas note. Happily, I'm not in a huge hurry for the yarn. I've still got my hat to make but still. buggers. I hate calling. and why didn't they send me an email about the problem or an invoice? They clearly have my email address. Bah humbug. I should have gone to one of the local yarn shops but I really don't like any of them. I'm such a knitting princess.
And knit is what I'm going to do today. Of course.
After breakfast. But, there's this soft, warm, snoring cat who's not moving...