Almost caught up

then I fell completely behind. How does that happen? Yesterday I went to bed feeling on top of the world. I put Audrey to bed, came downstairs, set up some chicken to roast so we could eat it tonight for dinner, paid the bills, took out the garbage and recycling, put the first coat of stain on my Kate and bobbins, and cleaned up the kitchen.

Tonight, it's already 9 p.m. and all I've gotten done is the dishes. Huh? Why did I have so much more time last night? I don't get it.

Audrey's sweater just needs a neckline, but I haven't decided yet exactly how to do it. Next up? I don't know. Socks maybe.