Scraps (n. ,fem., singular)

Silly 3-day weekend, confusing me. I actually came quite close to not uploading the next installment of Random Acts…

And a clarification: Last night’s entry was not a ‘poor pitiful me please pet me’ post. I was venting a bit of frustrations, it’s my blog, I can do that. No need to set up a watch or some such nonsense (though I appreciate the concern…). I’m quite stable.

I’m down to 2 stitches from the original 4 as of this morning, so improvement has been seen. I’m going to try going it without the foam finger and see if I can manage not to make the remaining stitches angry. I must say, it’s nice to be able to bend my index finger again!

Aside from laundry at Mom’s (what does it say about me that I have enough articles to justify an entire load of just reds?) and cooking and such I have done very little of actual consequence. I have a feeling that this week might be a very busy one though, so expect things to change! Change is good, right?

Something at least.

Blah. That’s what today has pretty much been. I went to knitting partially because E would be there and it’d be one last chance to hang out before she leaves town for who knows how long but mostly because I knew if I didn’t go to knitting then I wouldn’t leave the house today. Just nothing was going on and I had no plans. Consequently, nothing much happened.

Tomorrow looks to be much of the same–maybe I’ll go over to Mom’s to do a load of laundry or something. On the one hand I enjoy the long weekend but with no plans, no one to hang out with, and no one seeking my company… well, it just emphasizes my solitary lifestyle all the more (like I need the reminding). Eh, maybe next week will pick-up, or maybe I’ll care less; something has to change or I’m going to end up even more cynical and possibly bitter over this whole mess of a life I’ve managed to assemble.