It’s hardly ‘new year’ anymore, but since I haven’t updated since last year, it’s still new year for the blog. The thing is I haven’t had much to say, and when I did I was too tired to say it. Apparently the lethargy lightens up after the first trimester; as it stands, this goldfish, who is currently the size of a plum it literally sucking the life force out of me.
After that news, the rest of the time away has been fairly dry. A great holiday of relaxation and nothingness. Enough Christmas presents to keep me occupied until well into March. A beading day course with my mom and mother in law wherein I learned to properly string and knot pearls; a good skill since pearl jewelry is pricey, but freshwater pearls really aren’t. I also found out that my brother in law is a psychopath; not really, he just plays one startlingly well on stage. Recently, I knit my husband a hat. Bless his heart when he told me he liked it, because it was ridiculous. Too bad I’m such a bad yarn crafter since the running, the exercising of any sort, cooking or cleaning, it has all turned into evenings nesting on the couch with a crochet hook (or kitting needles) and a puppy.
Wish I could be more entertaining/interesting/of a wordsmith. But I really must go sleep. But I’m keeping the wine banner.