12,958 Days Alive
70 Miles Driven
7 Dice in Dinosaur Island
2 Bowls of Soup For Dinner
1 Zoom Meeting of Crafty Women
Spock woke me up at five-fricking-thirty this morning. And none too nicely either. But I got up long enough to medicate myself and feed him; then he let me go back to bed undisturbed.
So I slept again until a little after ten, at which point I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and jumped onto my laptop to join the monthly stitch-n-bitch that is the awesome Crafty Women meeting. Oddly enough it was the last one of 2020 and the first one I attended. I’ll have to make it a personal goal to attend at least three digital Crafty Women meetings next year.
Next year! I mean, I’ve already hit the witchy new year back in October, but the secular New Year with capital letters and everything is only twelve sleeps away! Twelve days till 2021. It’s been a crazy year, but I won’t get into that tonight.
Did you know that it is about sixty nine and a half miles from my front door to J and Bill6’s front door? So rounding up, it’s seventy miles. And that’s what I drove today to go up to see them in order to give them a ride to the airport tomorrow.
Bill6 made home made zuppa tuscana for dinner tonight. However you spell it, it was delicious!
We played a medium-length game of Dinosaur Island this evening. Bill6 won! I came in a close second, and J in third. It was a blast!
But for now, I’m off to bed, on the couch, to bunk down before the trip in the morning.
Take your meds, folks.
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