Did some crafty things

with my family today - almost all in attendance (4/5 sibling family groups: pretty close!) for at least part of the day.

Most of the craftiness involved ornament making: last year we made lovely wreaths, this year, 2 different kind of ornaments.  One of which was the kind we used to make in the preschool with cinnamon and applesauce  - and glue, I do not remember glue, because at least 3 of the kids I used to teach would have eaten them, glue or not. Of course, I somehow wound up making the dough (even though that is not an easy job) and no my arm wants to fall off.  Mostly, though, it was a pretty good day. But also? I smell like cinnamon, as if I took a bath in it, really.

It's fragrant and festive, but it's a wee bit overwhelming.

Back to the grindstone, word wise: I'm almost at 44,000 with just six days to go - a thousand words a day? Totally doable.

Blender brain! Update!

Last week was a strange week - Lil Girl stayed home sick (with a vicious cough), so as not to infect her infectious auntie; Dad stayed home sick, here, with pink eye or something, and wandered around the house a lot saying random things and aggravating me (perhaps unreasonably, but also: don't ask me the same question 17 times and expect me to be cheerful eversingletime!); and I couldn't see well for a large portion of the week, so reading and typing and watching tv and all those good distractable things that I count on were off the table, and my pain level was pretty high.

My pain seems to have platoughed, my eye is so much better now, and I even got to leave the house yesterday, which was a nice change of pace, as was a mostly cheerful SisterJ, who I miss when she's not here.

All of that backstory was supposed to lead into a meaningful blog post, but somewhere around the time that I started talking about my eye, I totally forgot what the point of the post was going to be.

So, let's just call it an update and call it a day, shall we?