Levels of Participation

Warning - I have a long commute, and it affords me time to Think(TM). This is a double-edged sword. You have been forewarned.

( Cut for the sake of non-SCA friends )

Back to the mundane and very un-profound

Aggravating day - One enormous surgery, one HBC, and one stoopid person. What part of "I'd like to keep your kitty one more night, please plan on picking him up tomorrow after 9:30 AM" sounds like "Please come get your kitty at 5:30 tonight after I have punched out." Grrrrr. I hadn't gotten his meds together, hadn't pulled his IV catheter. Peoples is annoying. To add to it, I wasn't getting a lot of help. I have exactly 0 patience with "Oh, La!" back of wrist pressed to forehead "I'm pregnant, and have the vapors, I shall go lay down for a bit." Or variations thereon. Yes, I know all about morning sickness, dizziness, backache and all the rest. But dammit, I never got to sit on my ass. Especially at 8 weeks. For the love of tiny bunnies get off your bloody ass!!! *crab*

On the upside, I hit Fields' on the way home, and scored on the clearance table. Some deep aqua wool, chocolate wool, and some baby blue and baby pink bits that were very cheap and likely wool blends. Enough there for gowns for the girls, I think.

The night might be interesting. John sat and watched some of "Paranormal Activity." It tends to hit on some of both of our touchy spots were that sort of thing is concerned. So he may or may not be able to sleep tonight. And if he wakes me, I WILL kick him out of bed.

Time to finish watching Project Runway, and then go to bed. Tomorrow - maybe stir up some Challah, and definitely try to sew.