Is it really possible? I can't believe it. My Christmas shopping is done.
I've double-checked the list, and holy shit, I am so indebted to Etsy, Abebooks and Amazon. My Better Half is supposed to look after his folks, but otherwise, I think we're in the clear.
Now I am left with this conundrum: Many of the books I ordered for my friends and family are books that I have been wanting to read myself. So now they sit in the Christmas basket, tempting me, and flapping their covers seductively. I can't really read a book I'm about to give as a gift... But am I allowed to peek a bit? As long as I don't break in the spine? Just to see if it's really all that? Please advise.
I finished my mini scarf because I ran out of wool. This is my second or third knitting project that will sit on the needles until I remember how to cast off. I'm a bit paranoid that the scarf will slip off the needles before I can finish it, but I guess it would serve me right. I should have taken notes in knitting class. No, wait... I should have taken a video! Mental note.
My brain seems to be under the weather this morning, because it keeps coughing up bad sentences. I'll quit while I'm ahead, and aim for something more exciting tomorrow. Maybe I'm just off my game because my feet haven't been numb or cold all week. What the hell am I supposed to write about now? My good health? Yawn.