How Can It Be November?????
My garden is still alive. That means it should still be October. Early October. Not November. I am not ready for November. I think I have all the table runners finished that we need for Christmas--though even writing that sentence freaks me out a bit, so maybe I should finish a couple more, just in case. It's not that I can't count (usually--when large quantities of knitting stitches aren't involved, in any case), but every year I have forgotten someone or someone new is going to be with us at Christmas or somehow about 10 people get added to the list at the last minute and I'm tearing around like a madwoman trying to find something that doesn't look like a last-minute gift (Chia Pets, chocolates, anything in the "men's executive gifts" category). But I think I really could be ready this year. Or I have failed to check my list thoroughly. Anyway..... My back/hip has been sore since the trip--which is not terribly surprising. ...