The diabetes doctor changed the Maternal Grandmother’s meds, took blood, and scheduled another appoint in a fortnight. The trip over there was not as bad as I thought it would be, but the wait was worse. But I did finish a hat. And immediately frogged it.
The Twins have a dance recital on Sunday and practice nearly every night this week. Tomorrow we go from a ball game to ballet, talk about tired and cranky people in about 24 hours. And why do they make dance outfits so hideous? And my sisters are cute.
I get to sub all day, but that is no big—I’ve been in that class before. It is my fondest wish to cast-on the Cable-Down Raglan from Interweave Knits, Spring ’07 issue sometime this week. I’ve gauged it out and will recheck in the morning.