I didn't go to the yarn store yesterday because when I looked into my wallet, I decided I'd hold onto what money I had left until we get paid on Friday.  This is not the first nor the second time this lys owner has sent out this particular email announcing another sale.  She has been officially closed for a long time and is trying to get rid of leftover inventory.  The percentages are getting higher but the stock is not so appealing.  Kate and Patrick went and bought two skeins of chunky alpaca that I think are destined to become mittens. 

The real draw of the trip is that the yarn store is down the block from The Best Bakery In the Known Universe.  The one where they sell the creme donuts to die for.  Kate (who is currently my favorite child) bought me two of those donuts and a cupcake shaped like a ghost.  The donuts were consumed at breakfast this morning (I shared with Pk) and truly enjoyed.

I plied two bobbins of alpaca and spun two more bobbins of singles to be plied later in the week.  I washed and balled up the skein.  I now have two balls of yarn at approx 150 g each.  I had to stop at that point because my ankle was humming.  The ankle I treadle with is the one I dislocated a few years ago and it protests the constant movement that is treadling. I wish I had just broken it.  The orthopedist agreed with this telling me that bone breaks heal up stronger but soft tissue injuries never go completely away.

It's a definite Fall morning here, crisp and clear and really quite lovely.  However, my mind is here.  Some place with white sands and sunshine and a cabana boy to bring me a drink with an umbrella in it.  And my toes are digging into warm, soft sand.  There is a light breeze and some steel drums in the distance.  Sigh.  What a fantasy.

The reality is that I am back at my desk getting ready to pick up the messages from my day off and get to work. 

Happy Thursday.