Lizzie and I have a scheme, to be in bed each night for a couple of weeks with a book (preferably fiction) by 10 pm. I managed it last night, and she followed pretty soon after. Tonight I may not make it that late...
I have been keeping myself busy. This week was a serious attempt at learning to live alone, with mixed results. I have had far too many trips out, what with new glasses, difficult surgeons, and the Farmers Market. I bought the best spoon ever, possibly, and I've packed a lot of fabric
Meanwhile, the cat is notbusy to a degree. I finally removed her passengers, and she is snoring contentedly in her cardboard palace
And I've been making teeny blocks*It's bad enough that the washing machine, the microwave, and the cat all squeak continuously whenever they want my attention...