Started out the morning by whacking the right side of my forehead against the corner of my dresser. I was leaning over to feed Dart and Sneakers while Phaed was feeding the other cats their special prescription food out in the kitchen. I know, I know. I'm not allowed to fall or hit my head. Mea culpa. I staggered back to sleep afterwards, and woke up feeling better. There's still a sore spot on my forehead, but it doesn't hurt unless I touch it. Beats having another concussion.
Worked some more on
the latest pair of socks, and currently have some bread dough on its first rise. It's a gorgeous day outside.
I keep thinking I should post something more profound, even if it's just a ramble, but meh. Nothing's really pushing to get out at the moment. Other than, "It's a gorgeous day outside."