Heck to pay.
So in lieu of knitting and or talking about knitting, I give you a bit more reinforcing the crazy to the neighbours. While standing outside in the dark, arms stretched over my head with the camera held on the top of a nearly 7' pole trying to get a not blurry picture of the moon, the neighbours pulled into their drive and their lights illuminated me in full wingnut mode. But, dammit, the moon was really cool last night. This picture doesn't do it justice. Only the bottom crescent was lit up but it was so bright you could see a shadow of the rest of the moon. As though the moon had on a pair of John Lennon style sunglasses that didn't quite cover it all up. The brain is still not quite eloquent.
"Don't expect brilliance from that one anytime soon."
This morning I woke up in a giddy mood. Still not firing on all cylinders, but foolishly happy anyway. No children but my own until Tuesday! An extra long weekend to chill out, play with Girly and to pester Apollo, Sam and Jezzy. The chores are glaring at me right now. I'm pretending I can't see them giving me the evil eye.
In the midst of getting ready to feed the pets and medicate the dog, the phone rang. Ah crap, I thought, my part-time child's father got called in and I won't get to have my day off after all. Wrong! The woman asked for me (I am sounding a little rough and manish this morning, well most mornings until I get the voice box warmed up then I just sound manish) and then told me her name. The cylinders misfired and although the name sounded very familiar I wasn't really sure if I had heard it right. I was on the verge of wiggling a finger in my ear when she said her blog name. Awesome! I was blown away and maybe a little weird. What a really cool way to start out a day. Hi! I hope I wasn't too weird for you.
Now, I must escape the house before any parents change their minds and call me up.