Amazing what a good night's sleep can do, along with a two-day week. Although people are going to start showing up tomorrow evening, and even more will show up on Thursday. And they will expect to be fed. Well, our fridge is full of all manner of delectables, Mr. Celia will be barbequeing a turkey, and the Girlie and I will be backing him up with side dishes and baked goods.
And (DWTS spoiler alert) all is right with the world! Nobody puts Baby in the corner. Not even the Tea Party. Thank goodness!
Couldn't sleep last night. Let me reiterate: I. Could. Not. Sleep. Last. Night. This morning, I called in to say I would be worthless and took the day off. But I couldn't sleep during the day, either. Now, I am punch drunk, and my gut is in a tight knot. Earlier, I felt nauseous. Good thing I had my meltdown today. I'm hoping for a good night's rest tonight.
So, taking stock before I go to bed. My part of shopping for Thanksgiving dinner is over and done with. I made the cranberry relish, roasted the pumpkin, and I am a little over halfway through hemming some new napkins.
There's a nice little pile of discarded thread right by the sewing machine.
I love the macro lens.
So off to relax in the bath. And then to bed. Earlier than usual. Maybe I can catch up on some of the sleep I lost last night.
Before the storm type of quiet. Well, actually, during the storm type of quiet. I'm getting ready for bed now, and I can hear the sound of rain - a nice steady rain - outside. It was just cold and wet enough today to really need a hat and a boiled wool jacket while out and about. But not so much that it made it hard to get things done. At the end of the day, I picked up our first Dungeness crab of the season. M-m-m-m-m-m for dinner tonight. Now I know it's really Fall.
Tomorrow's the Big Game, and in anticipation of Stanford invading our territory, we had the Straw Hat Band at this morning's breakfast club meeting. The rain put the damper on me going to the bonfire, however, so I have had a quiet evening at home. And we'll watch the game tomorrow in the comfort of our cosy living room.
This has been a good week. I've been busy. Handled things. Not overwhelmed. Just whelmed, I guess. Looking forward to a rainy, introspective weekend. And knitting. There will be knitting.
After several days of 70+ degree weather, our very late Indian summer is over and I could feel a real chill in the air when I left the office this evening. We're looking forward to rain this weekend, but clear and cool for Thanksgiving. One more day of work, which I am liking very much, and then it will be a long weekend of preparation for the onslaught of Mr. Celia's family. It will be the second Thanksgiving we have ever hosted. Mr. Celia's mom used to own it and every year we trundled down south to Fresno. I got to really liking the Thanksgiving tradition of driving through the heart of the autumnal San Joaquin Valley - big time agricultural country. In 2006, the tradition changed and we tried it a few years at Mr. Celia's brother's. Now the holiday is coming to us. We are liking it.
Note to self: plan in a little chillin' time in the chilly weather. All that family togetherness takes a lot of energy.
I miss my Boyo something fierce. I have been thinking about him all weekend and looking for him on Skype, but he hasn't been there. This afternoon I checked, when I should have been meeting the Girlie up on College Avenue for tea. He was there! it was midnight his time, but he was there.
And, yes, sometimes all it takes is a glimpse of him and I feel much better. He is very busy with school now, and I am busy, with work and such. But Skype is a wonderful tool at our fingertips. And we can see each other and chat for a little while. Then we run off again to our busy lives. But before we signed off today he posed so I could take this photograph.