survival of the fittest
That's what this last weekend at work was. But I made it through.
I'm spending tonight getting my house to look like less of a wreck than it currently is. That'll include clearing off the dining room table, finishing the dishes, and possibly vacuuming. I may ply the CMF roving that's been sitting in singles since last week. Or I could finish the square I'm knitting or finish off the first Borg Queen sock. And, of course, I need to go get groceries.
Or I may just sleep.
I'm spending tonight getting my house to look like less of a wreck than it currently is. That'll include clearing off the dining room table, finishing the dishes, and possibly vacuuming. I may ply the CMF roving that's been sitting in singles since last week. Or I could finish the square I'm knitting or finish off the first Borg Queen sock. And, of course, I need to go get groceries.
Or I may just sleep.
posted by Alcariel @ 8:42 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:23 PM,
dragon knitter said…
sleep! the rest will still be there, and you'll feel better (this as i am up at 1130 and will have to get my ass out of bed BEFORE 9 am tomorrow (that's how i end up behind!))
At 3:40 AM,
deawn said…
Add anotha vote for "sleep" from me. Two if you count Miss Pearl. She's developed a strawberry addiction, you know. Each evening, precisely at 11 p.m., she begins protesting until I go to the fridge and feed her a ration. Sometimes she gets so loud, I have to go over to her domain and sternly warn her by saying, "That'll do, pig. That'll do."
This is a true story. For real!
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