Winter has returned and I’m deliriously pleased. Wrapped in sweater and scarf, it’s chilly enough for a hat too.
I mailed the scarflette all the way to New Jersey in a recycled tea box. The fit was perfect. I can see all the wonderful boxes I discard (recycle) on a regular basis. Toothpaste box: fabulous for jewelery and water resistant. Cereal box: a scarf and wrist warmers. So much better than buying boxes. Then hopefully they will get recycled on the other side.
I’m still incredibly spaced out, but sounding better. I have little appetite, except for tea and toast. Still, the house is bare, so I’m off for soup. It’s so much better when someone else makes it.
P.S. Watched more episodes of Mythbusters. They must be having a marathon. I’m addicted. I’ve learned: You can neutralize a light case of poison oak by pouring vodka over it; you most likely will not die if hit by a bullet shot at a 90 degree angle then falling back to earth (although do you really want to test this theory on your own? see Darwin Awards); and it is potentially dangerous to paint your entire body in gold paint.
I am now appropriately armed for a cocktail party.