Wishing

Hoping you are well, and that, if you aren't,

something like a beautiful surprise card from your Twinnie shows up to brighten your day.

 

Looking Like Something

 What?

You can't tell it's a hood?

Two Kinds of Needles

 Briton and I have each received our first COVID vaccine;  Hannah's first dose is scheduled for Sunday.  Sighs of relief all around, but I had to fight through serious guilt upon making my appointment.  (Why me first when both of them deal with people in public every day?  Especially Hannah.)  Now that we're all on the same page, I feel much better.

Neither Briton nor I had any reactions to the first shot.  My arm was a little sore, but nothing limiting.  Anecdotes are pointing to the second dose for rough things afterward.  I think Hannah and Briton are both going to ask off for the day after their second doses.

I'm closing in on finishing my hooded sweater.  Both sleeves, the front, and the back are done.  The hood is made separately and sewn on, and I have a few more inches to go on it.  As I've been working on it, I've also made two scarves that are bound for the blocking board.

Here Now

Seeing as Twinnie has been baking, I thought I'd show you my latest loaf.  This is (Dry) Onion (Soup Mix) Bread made today.  The house still smells yummy.

There is a seller on Etsy whose shop has provided many gifts that I've given over the years.  Recently, I ordered something for myself:

If you can't quite make out what the little card says, this is "The Sweater of Inertia."  I love this.  And not just because it's purple.

A Morning, Chronicled

I posted this photo on Instagram already, but the flowers are too pretty not to share again:

This is the first feather I've found in a while.  It looks like the poor avian soul it once belonged to had a rough go.  Even the shaft is split.

Does anyone else see a sleeping walrus in this rock?  Or maybe Opus?

Then come home, get some Brussels sprouts ready for roasting while listening to your son's podcast.

 

 

This Day's Priorities

So, I dropped a can (an open can mind you) of Dr Pepper on my foot this morning, and it (the foot, not the can) immediately began puffing up and bruising.

Yeah, there was pain (which is ongoing), the worst part of this whole ordeal is all the Dr Pepper that got spilled.  Such a tragic loss.

Comfort

Quarantine has severely limited my boot-wearing.  Last night, though, to go get my stitches taken out, I did get to break out a pair: 

The stitch removal went without any problems.  I'll have a scar for sure, but that's okay.

Pardon the screen in this photo.  I looked out onto the porch from the kitchen and saw Maddie sort of poking out through one of the chairs:

She always looks so comfy.

The Crow

This photo doesn't do the size of this crow justice.  Tap and I were taking our walk when I spotted him.  When he spotted us, he half-dove toward us, and you could hear the flap of his wings.  It cowed Tap, and he turned around then and there and headed back to the house.

I thought it was kind of cool myself.