Sometimes i fear that lack of close relationships in my life is cause for remorse, anxiety and shame. Then I remember that I have mm and I know that it is, as always, quality, not quantity.

However, he has chosen to take a nap and it is 9.30 pm friday and I am bored bored bored. There's only one remedy for this: sewing. Because, not only is it fun and, increasingly, my life, but my sewing machine is in the bedroom and it is loud to boot. Then he will wake up and entertain me.

I bought a new sweater. If you see me and I am wearing it, please give me compliments because I paid way too much for it and those kind words are like money in the bank for my over-indulged ego.