Good morning, my friends. It seems yesterday was my day for effing up everything I touched. You might remember my pedicure appointment was rescheduled from last week. It was written on my calendar at the right time (11:00 a.m.), but my brain still had it at the original time of 1:00 p.m. And since my brain told me I knew exactly what I was supposed to be doing, I just whiled away the morning, relaxing, slow-stitching,
taking my sweet time. Then, I got a text from my pedicurist: "Are you close?" Holy sh*t. It was 11:07, and I was still at home. Well, I felt just terrible about that, but what are you going to do? Profuse apologies were all I had, and we rescheduled to next week. I guess that will teach me never to listen to my brain, no matter how smart it claims to be. Smart or not, it is terrible at scheduling.
Okay...well, there I was...all dressed up and no place to go. It was okay. I was there to meet with "carpet guy" when he came. The carpeting is going to be a little more than we anticipated, but it's all good. We're shooting for sometime in January, and that will give us time to purge the upstairs in the meantime. I know there are things in our dresser drawers that haven't seen the light of day in at least 40 years. It's a job that has needed doing for a long time.
It's been very cold in our part of the world. Sadie knows what to do. She's made this quilt her purrmanent home.