|09:41 pm - Meh weekend|
Plague has thinned the daycare ranks to laughable numbers, so I only worked two days out of five. In spite of that, I have some sort of bleh, which might be psychological or physical or the effect of half a bottle of wine last night. Or maybe it's just one of those achey days, because yes indeed knees and elbows have been twinging something chronic.
Went to the craft fair at the Native Canadian Centre, hoping for New College honey. Place was packed to unmovableness and New College was not in evidence. Bought ginger cookies instead, which should not have. Weight is up, karma-like, because of indulgence ten days ago.
Canada Post at long last consented to deliver my copy of The Lost Plot so I spent most of the day wrapped in a quilt in the side room reading that, and refusing to wash dishes or do laundry. Tomorrow is soon enough.