And why, you ask, did I have to get up so frigging early on a Saturday? Because, in a moment of corporate good-sportedness, I signed up to work a sweaty, backbreaking day doing set-up work at a convention. It really wasn't that awful; we got finished early and they fed us very well. But I still had to get up really early after a bad night's sleep. I am cranky now
I consoled myself by visiting the Apple Store on my way home, and worshipping before the iMac. Oh, yes, I want one. Damn. I played with applications and saw big, rich, crisp images, with no need of reading glasses. Did I mention that my new contacts are freaking awesome? My new eye doctor, because I love her enough now to return to the dreaded FL Eye Clinic of the layers of endless waiting rooms, damn, she gave me perfect contacts on the first try.
And I think I also want an iPod Touch. Perhaps my children could team up and get me one for Mother's Day?
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So right now I am a very tired good sport. It's Saturday night, and I'm dreaming of going to bed by 9.
We are supposed to get rain tonight (yay) and I'm thinking of spending tomorrow Messing Around in the Kitchen. I feel a muffin baking session coming on...something involving whole wheat and maybe buttermilk.
Knitting blog? Oh, seriously, you want talk of knitting? Okay, I'm still plugging away on the afghan in Patons Decor. And I really like that stuff. It's only 25% wool but I swear it is woolly and springy and easy on the hands, and can withstand abuse.
And MDS&W looks more and more do-able. Shhhh....