I just got home from the Thursday night show. I'm exhausted, cranky and hardly thinking straight, which is the perfect time for a blog post, right?
I love doing shows, but I miss having my southbound compatriot. Even if we were taking the T home, which was admittedly not often as she is car-enabled, we were company almost all the way home. We could rant about the same things or if I was off base (or she was), we could cajole the other out of the foul mood. She was sensible and realized that a show was a bad idea even if she wanted to do it.
I was not.
At least I'm almost done with an entire knitting project. A scarf started on August 12th that will be completed on August 13th is a good anodyne to my grumpies. Now out with the contacts, put my bag away where Victor cannot discover its delicious, delicious contents, and to bed.