It's been great to be off work for four days. After I recuperated from the cook and serve marathon, I spent Friday at Maria's where we had art therapy, consisting of playing with all the paper we buy, our stamps, and our newest purchase, glass glitter. I made some funky little crowns and Maria made paper cones to fill with candy, both out of a stack of vintage sheet music she bought at a garage sale. The colors are yummy, 1950 shades like bubble gum pink, spearmint green, peach, etc. If I can get Mystery Man's attention, I'll get him to take a photo later. I'm working on a prototype that will be a little jewelry box/Christmas gift.

Yesterday, I took my mom and the girls to Flying Fingers and, as usual, I fell in love with some expensive yarn and bought it. It's knitting up beautifully and may become my favorite scarf. I was looking through my shopping bag where I keep my wool, and discovered how many scarves I have knitted. I discovered something - once I'm done with the scarf, I lose interest in it. The thrill is in discovering the yarn on the store shelf, figuring out what to do with it, and then the actual knitting.

Saturday night, The Princess had her boyfriend come to dinner, so we made "Little Thanksgiving" to use up the left overs. Stan smoked a turkey breast that came out perfect and we got our fill of it.  I realized that we didn't have too many left overs, so I made new stuffing, which Mystery Man requested, more mashed potatoes, and more sweet potatoes. So now I have left over left overs. It never ends.

Last night, The Husband was snoring to a deeper, more sonorous tune than ever, so I took to the couch at 3:00 a.m. Once again, I did something while I slept and my knee spasmed out, so I dragged myself back upstairs at 4:00 a.m. and watched Woody Allen in Sleeper, , a movie that The Husband and I saw when dating. I didn't get up to after 9:00, unheard of for me, and work up to heavy rains and wind, so we are all stuck inside today. Fortunately, I have my laptop, journal, knitting, book, and art supplies. If only I could stretch this day out in a week, then I could finish all the knitting for Christmas,  make all the gifts I'd like to  make, write some extended pieces, and in general, be the slothlike person I was meant to be.