Stupid fucking B37 masquerading as a B67 making me get home 30 minutes later than I should have.

Shit shit shit.

Spent most of today resting/napping with a heating pad on my lower back, which was so sore when I woke up this morning. Lugging my sewing machine, maybe? Playing a bit of Wii Tennis, perhaps? My best laid plans got derailed somewhat, and so I plan to make the very most of my holiday tomorrow. I shall get out of bed early and shall get this place cleaned, so help me god.

Still awake, wideishly, at 3 a.m., watching a documentary about Air Force One, mostly so I can see the bits with Obama being charming and cool. That is a big damn plane.

I sorted through my yarn today, putting everything into ziplock bags. I think I need to get cedar balls (that’s what she said) to keep the bugs out. I have a lot of yarn, and plan to get more tomorrow to make blanket #2 for Cynthia.

I need to stop shopping online, if only to cut down on the amount of cardboard I’m recycling.