This is the kind of shit I hate. Anticipation can be delicious but when it takes over and gets in the way of now, it becomes destructive. I need to whip up a project - that will engage me and keep me from just wasting the next few days away. Maybe sewing. Maybe a new top. Maybe I'll make that latest tunic pattern I love but this time with a cowl neck. That sounds like a good plan.
Probably there will be no swimming this weekend. Saturdays are off the list because of that aqua fit class. I could do it but it would not be fun. This Sunday is out because of the Seahawks game. I'm not sure how I feel about skipping whole weekends. Having the dreadmill option helps.
Maybe also today would be a good day to stroll over to Uwjimaya.
I am really not connected to anything today. Not fatal. Just disconcerting.
Biggie just turned up in the living room with this giant screw. I have no idea where he got it and what's now missing this not insignificant piece...
(old library card for perspective)