I’ve hurt my thumb.
A computer injury.
Banjo Man’s knee is acting up again, so we are fixing each other ice packs. We have an excellent system: I run up and down the stairs and Banjo Man opens jars and chops vegetables.
It’s working out well.
I’ve been taking a break from typing these past days. I start the new book tomorrow and need my thumbs in working condition.
I tried a new recipe for Thanksgiving: baked acorn squash stuffed with cornbread-cranberry-apple stuffing. It was dreadful.
Another experiment, roasted sweet potatoes with an orange glaze, was a bit better.
Most of the weekend was spent cleaning my office, a small room that serves as office, sewing room, music room, library and lots of other things. I took some “before” pictures, not for the blog but to embarrass myself.
The empty bookshelves were an improvement.
Sometimes, especially in the midst of deadline mania, things can get a little out of hand.
Banjo Man and I, with our salads and ice packs, are planted in front of the television tonight watching a “Downtown Abbey” marathon on PBS.
We are not exactly twiddling our thumbs, but we’re not cleaning anything either.