Winter Returns?

It's been cold and drizzly and damp, and yucky today (yesterday was sunny and cold), and it looks as if our spring has retreated. Of course, in these parts, it's kinda normal. Sometimes I think Arizona or Hawaii would be a nicer place for someone with Lupus...at least the change of seasons' ups and downs would be easier on the joint pain...

This was a work day for me, the fabrics for bags being cut and assembled for the first steps of creating a Nana Sadie Rose original...and lots of mundane tasks, laundry mostly, fixing a batch of baked chicken to add to a variety of meals during the week, including a variation of "grilled chicken Caesar salad" that includes my all time favorite dressing, Kraft's Fat Free Ceasar Italian.

But I couldn't resist working on this:

I'm not sure I like where I placed this next "log" of curry (the gold), but I'm already working on the next color, the mid-range purple. I am thoroughly enjoying (ok, addicted to) the cushy feel of this Mission Falls 1824 Wool. No question that part of the reason I worked on it was the fact that it's almost lap size now and it was a tad on the chilly side today - so this was welcome warmth! (Big Sis's second sock has also turned the heel and I'm starting on the patterning of the cuff, but that's boring so I won't show it yet...)

Dear Daughter stopped by for a bit, bringing my replacement MP3 player - the first one didn't work with my new laptop (not exactly sure why) and so this was the solution...she showed me how to "rip" music and "sinc" it to the MP3 player (if I'm not saying this right, forgive me, I'm new to it all...)

My Michael Buble and Mandy Patinkin CDs are now on my playlist.
;)
She also kindly took me to Panera Bread for a late lunch, with a decaf mocha latte. I'm so going to pay for that. But you know, we had a good time, which is a major thing for us...(actually if you leave us to ourselves, we usually do okay, it's when we have an audience that things seem to deteriorate quickly!)

Tonight, watching Keith Olbermann's 5 year anniversary show on NBC, The Meezer decided to make a claim for my lap...Oddly enough, my lap isn't quite big enough for the "portly" Miss Meeze...

How could you say such a thing, Mommie? Portly?

It takes one to know one, I guess, huh?
(sigh)
So true, Miss Meeze...heft seems to run in our family.

Oh geeze. It's almost Monday again. And I guess I'd better go get the last load of laundry out of the dryer.