Two bank loans have been secured, the dishwasher repairman cometh the first week of October, and it's raining like nobody's business outside. Tomorrow is our 'official' celebration of somebody's thirty-tenth birthday, so there's dinner and a movie to be had, and I just grafted the toe of 'ugly sock', the first. Tried it on the man's foot. Perfect fit. He's well-medicated for his cold/flu now, and awaiting the sleep of the drugged, courtesy of Alka-Selter nighttime formula. It's been a helluva busy day for this Queen of All She Surveys, but I need to leave a note here for the sleepless LeAnn... I will call you enroute to Mitchell's dental appt. in the morning. I was on the phone with bank people when you tried calling, and with the sweater class and WW today, I got Very Far Behind. Too much crap for one day, and it's time to end it. I'm sure I'll forget something in tomorrow's chaos, like Melly's tiara, or my wallet, or where I'm supposed to be at some crucial minute of the day, but for tonight, there is just sweet, blissful sleep. Once the kids decide to stop fighting over the DS game and Eli migrates back downstairs.
p.s. Down 11.6 lbs since starting this whole weight-loss regime. Doesn't seem like much, but it's more progress than I'd have made otherwise. I don't even resent the time spent at the meetings anymore. I have my knitting, a front row seat, and Miss No-Kim to torment. Could not be better. Latah, knittahs. C