And generally feeling like crap. I don't know what's going on. Could be some evil combination of PMS, intestinal flu, and nutritional weirdness. Or it could be my thyroid - I never have heard back from the idiot doctor I saw two weeks ago.
But, anyway. I continue to crochet at the Pinwheel while waiting for an Elann order to get here. Then it's swatching for the September sweater. (Jumper. Whatever.) September is the first of two Christmas sweaters; then October is the Strikke-along, then November is the second Christmas sweater. Yup. Leaving it late this year. You guys may yet get a round of shrieking and stress and spazzing out around here. (Odds are certainly in favor.)
Otherwise, there's not a lot going on. We went out for a nice drive before dinner last night. The husbeast couldn't resist driving through some puddles.
Unfortunately, it hasn't rained here in a while, and the mud is the consistency of fresh cement. About as sticky, too. We used baby wipes to clear off the head lights, so we could get home.
Nothing but good times ahead.