We totally whimped out on Friday and didn't go to the racetrack. We both had allergies and a headache and felt too crappy to go sit outside all day and night. We were all ready to go and were about to pack the cooler when I happened to mention that I kind of wished we weren't going because I didn't feel good. That's all it took. Barnaby jumped on it and we agreed to stay home. I was afraid of disappointing him by not going and vice versa.
So we changed out of our clothes and into our comfortable house clothes and snuggled down at home with a dose of Benadryl and Tylenol.
I've been rippling on my blanket today. I should be ready to put on the edging sometime this week and start on my new one. I've picked the ripple pattern I'm going to use, but I need to settle on the colors. It's going to be two solid colors and one multicolor, but I'm just not sure which ones yet. And this new one is not going to be as big. I think I already mentioned that. It's going to be a regular afghan size instead of fitting on a Queen size bed as a blanket.
Blah, blah, blah. Man, I can ramble on about a stupid crochet blanket, can't I?
I'm off to start a new book and read for a couple of hours before I go to sleep.