Going solo

Edited 24 January 2010, 6:19pm - uploaded photograph.

Sunday morning and I am the only one home at the moment. Sunday Morning Bullet Posting shall now commence.

• I am the only one currently at home here at chez trek.



• Only human, that is.



• I don't usually tot up Little Feet in the count of who is currently in residence. She's always at home.



• Unless she is in her Blue Plastic Ball of Freedom.



• That is not precisely, 100% true: she did get to go to the church parking lot in October for the blessing of the pets on the Feast of St Francis but I don't think she enjoyed it all that much.



• She was in a small cardboard box and I'm sure she could smell all of the dogs and cats nearby.



• Little Feet had a nice couple of hours in the BPBF yesterday while Number Guy tended to her housekeeping needs.



• I took a nice walk and went to the mall where I found a turtleneck sweater on clearance for $7.49. It was marked down from $36. I had a 15% off coupon so the final out of pocket cost was a mere $6.37.



• I wore the sweater (red) with a pair of black jeans and a black leather jacket to Number Guy's pipe band's fund raiser dinner last night.



• I looked good in it.



• While I was out shopping, the mail was delivered, including a package for me.



• It was from Robin, who sent me a heap of little balls of sock yarn leftovers in response to my colorway conundrum.



• Thanks again, Robin!!!



• No, I still don't have enough yarn to complete a blanket but I now have the ability to knit about twice as much blanket as I did before yesterday's mail call.



• I should take a picture of the yarn I received but the lighting here is really crummy today (not so much a grey sky as a dingy white one).Decided to take an indoor evening picture of the yarn which I skeined this afternoon. I'm planning to give it a bath before rewinding it for use. (Robin has a cute Jack Russell Terrier. He's a busy fellow.)
  
  
  Half a dozen or so yarns;
  fourteen new colorways!


• Tomorrow's weather is predicted to be heavy rains and very windy.



• Excuse me, I didn't quite catch that question from the back of the blogosphere. Yes, you in the blue shirt. What was your question?



• Oh, why am I the only one at home on a cold, grey Sunday morning? I am the only one here because Number Guy took Neatnik to the early mass so that she could follow up with Doughnut Sunday in the church basement.



• She will come home well and truly sugared-up.



• I'll have to catch a later mass solo.



• I opted to stay in bed a while longer since my cold/sinus infection/whatever-this-round-of-respiratory-ailment-is forced us to come home from the fund raiser early last night.



• Perhaps I should contact our friends who were there some time today: see if I won a door prize or a fifty-fifty.



• Nah. If I did win something, they will call here and since this C/SI/WTRoRAI came accompanied by a side serving of laryngitis, they will understand if I am not the one to pick up the telephone.



• When I try to speak, I am making noises somewhere between those of a pubescent human male and a full-grown harbor seal.



• I shall not be singing today when I attend that later mass.



• That would be just too awful - both for my vocal chords and anyone unfortunate to be anywhere within the blast radius.

Well, I have achieved my goal of completing my Sunday Morning Bullet Post before the return of Number Guy and Neatnik. I think that I shall now adjourn to the medicine cabinet.

Maybe an overdose of antihistamines will make my head fuzzy enough that I will not notice the orbiting blur which will be the vibrating, sugar-filled Neatnik.

Or at least enable me not to care.