Therapy was good. Connections were made, and I know what's coming next week. I do love a plan.
Curling is wonderful. 'My' team isn't playing this week, and there are only two teams that's I don't actively want to win, so it's a long series of me cheering on great shots by great teams without the tension of omg my team is down by two heading into the tenth. I can just love the play for being great play. (Although that brat Botcher needs to lose, and don't even get me started on Jacobs. I've developed a soft spot for Mike McEwan, though, and will cheer on Team Pink Slip to the bitter end).
Finally making headway on what will be my first totally designed and patterned by me outfit - the pants fit on the first try!! I sorted out the freaking french dart today on attempt five or six, and the sleeve is set. I ordered the linen, and am ready to dye the organza. Only weeks and weeks of work ahead of me! woot
Still rewatching shows. Only mildly interested in finding a new show. I like the comfort of knowing what's going to happen in the end - I think it might be a pandemic related fear of further uncertainty. Or I might just be old.
Spring has sprung? The snow is melting, anyway. I'll take it.