I am done. like a dinner.

Tired. Tired of not sleeping, the adrenaline that courses through me and makes my heart hammer in the middle of the night, because something went bump.  I’m tired at the inevitable grumpiness that is coming with getting used to living together as a family again.  Last year we had house guests which helped IMMENSELY!

this year we are not so lucky.

Cancer care sucked tonight.  I got in right away, just not a good appointment.  I hate the hormones.  I HATE the hormones… I hate the way I feel and the way I am and everything.  Cripes… I hate the hormones.  Like the not bleeding.  Hate the hormones.

Knit night was quiet and nice.  There was talk of a knit along with a shawl pattern for the fall. The answer is no.  I am not doing a shawl.  snort… me knit something that pretty and intricate.  HA!  No, I’m sticking to the plan.  Make things for people for Christmas.  and well, y’know… actually finish them.  I have a whole post about the scarf I am knitting right now.  Just not sure if I want to share the background and the rocked my world epiphany about it.  Maybe later… when it is done.  I’ll be ready to share that one.  Totally a ‘duh’ moment fraught with ‘holy crap, no wonder!’.

I’m going to bed… okay so first I see if anything of interest is on tv.  Wee girlie is still up.  Which does not bode well for the morning.  She only slept for about a half hour this afternoon… then shivered like a leaf went swimming a friends house in their pool.  So, why she is still concious is BEYOND ME!  If I go up now… she will be chattering away at me.  And trust me the randy squirrels are chattering enough in the dawns early light for me.

enough drivel from me… how are you?