I seem to be moving like molasses through this week. With the change of season here, I am sleeping amazing numbers of hours, and I find myself scrambling to get myself fed and bathed before work in the mornings, much less finding time to block (or dress) my "Elizabeth" shawl. Maybe Saturday. That seems likely at this point.
Listening to: Rumpole of the Bailey by John Mortimer.
Posted by Shelda at September 4, 2003 07:05 PM