Saturday, April 26, 2008
I have just rescued the cat from potential death by spare rib bone. He has left the house in disgust, the ungrateful wretch.
This afternoon I have off. I have no gig, no teaching. So I now can choose whether to prepare for Brownies toymaker badge(have stuff to get them), to make the charts up for Brownie camp, to knit, to practise the trumpet or to do the journal project I'm really behind with.
I like that I pretty much put them in reverse order of importance subconsciously.
At the moment the knitting option is winning. Either that or sleeping as I think I need to do something to shift my cough. Three weeks is a ridiculous duration for a cold, particularly without the other cold symptoms you usually get.