Broken

I spent all day yesterday on the run. Technically behind the wheel of my (now fixed) truck. I had to go to Bridgewater for a Dr. appointment. (Why yes, Susie, there is a Dr. shortage in Nova Scotia.) The #10 Hwy is still in terrible shape, but I do enjoy the drive over the South Mountain, especially now that the leaves are starting to change, and the drive also provides my brain with a chance to wander and relax. Kind of like driving on auto-pilot. Worries about the laundry and kids fighting and dusting stay at home while I move further and further away. Not unlike a mini-vacation. Sad, I know this. I am going to brag a bit now, don't say you weren't warned. I lost another 3 lbs, and that's a really good thing. And: my Dr. told me I should feel free to frame my cholesterol test results, they were that awesome! That deserved a bit of a celebration. Naturally.

That's where the "broken" comes in. I drove to Mahone Bay, and Have a Yarn. Ooooooh, all that loverly yarn. Good thing I didn't have all kinds of time to drool over all those beautiful skeins. The yarn diet is officially dead. I am not sorry. I was a good girl for such a long time!! My purchase was very virtuous, I'll have you know. I bought two skeins of Fleece Artist fame, and they will be used for Christmas presents. So that's the extent of my sharing. No show. Just know that I am positively gloating over my fabulous choices. They were meant to come home with me. It was fate, it was destiny... Clapping my hands with glee...