I finally finished the 90-stitch hat that has been demanding to stop being possibilities hidden within a ball of yarn this past month.
I watered all the fruit trees–a day early, but so I don’t have to worry about whether I’ll have time to get to it.
I made almond muffins with a spoonful of Nutella in each and really made my sweetie happy.
I took a pound of apricots, split them, melted some butter in a stoneware pan, swirled it around to coat it, poured the rest of the two tablespoons’ worth out into some brown sugar, and then put the apricot halves in the stoneware and a dot of the mixture in the center of each. Forgot the cinnamon. Forgot the bit of almond extract that really adds to that. Because I was running in and out between that and setting the timer for three minutes to move the hose 18 times. Oh well. 350F for 40 minutes to make one of my favorite comfort foods and they are definitely good enough.
They originally told me the surgeon was booked up FAR out, so sorry. Then they called back saying they’d had a cancellation and would next Thursday be alright.
(Did I ask for a cancellation. No, no I did not.)
Thursday it is.
Today was coping mechanisms day.