Well, really I haven't gone anywhere yet, but Una and I are leaving to the Mother-Daughter Retreat on Friday morning, and I am trying to get things done before then. Not easy since I am so very sleep deprived and my varicose-vein-riddled leg is killing me. Too hot and sticky to bear even the thought of compression hose! I am whiny and crabby, and disliking myself intensely for it. I tell myself, "Only 6 more weeks or so," and then I groan, "How am I going to drag/limp around for another 6 weeks?" Wimp.
I finished Dominic's sweater and have to post a shot of him wearing it, once it cools off enough to put him in it without him melting. Right now he is playing with his siblings in the sprinkler, and I long to join them. Instead, I am baking (ugh!) multiple loaves of banana bread with a bunch of over-ripe bananas (they were green just a few days ago!) to stick in the freezer.
Well, I've an appalling mess in the kitchen to clean up, so I'd better get to it.