Now that the play came off, I feel such mental space. That, and I got a definite answer on my pattern submission (It didn’t make the cut, but the rejection e-mail was beautifully crafted, and she didn’t say I draw like a 12 year old.)
So, today I’m to fetch some odds and ends at the grocery store, and pick up my kid’s medical records at the old doctor’s office, tomorrow bake pies, take M to his eye doctor’s appointment (vision therapy may be all done?) and prep an h’orderves for the joint Thanksgiving Eve service snack, Thursday shuttle back and forth from Mom’s house making the stuffing and gravy, and then I’m really able to be irresponsible for a while.