Work. The less said, the better. My kids have informed me that I'm not allowed to bitch unless I am actively seeking other employment, and I know they are right.
It's hot and humid and we didn't get an afternoon storm today, so it's still oppressive at nearly 8 p.m. I dread walking the dogs.
I do believe that this weekend, when I'm not submerged in the pool, I will start planning sweaters for small people. Among the possibilities: Little Trellis, Semis de Printemps, Lil Kimonos, and, if GC3 is a boy (or if either of the girls would like a lovely chunky cardi - it would be just as appropriate for a girl) Oscar.
Measurements must be taken! Colors must be selected! Let the knitting commence!