Cancel That

Tonight's rehearsal is cancelled thanks to a stomach flu the conductor got since yesterday. I think there is something floating around among the masses. I hope I don't get it as I don't care to find out how Ian-Sophia would take to that kind of output. She's doing fine these days and I am happy to no longer have the feeling of an ostrich egg in my rectum. Most of the time I don't even feel like I have a stoma. When the bag fills up then I notice it, or the skin gets itchy. I do miss my reading time on the toilet...but well, I'm not crying alligator tears that I have to do my reading in bed or on the couch.

Since I have tonight back to myself, I hope I can finish off the doily I am working on, and then get started on my SIL's sweater. She and her DH are coming on the 18th & 19th and Pooky already made her the poncho he promised. I can snap out her sweater in 3-5 days, and I'd rather her take it home with her than mail it. It's just a matter of getting the motivational flow going. I've made the pattern so many times I think I could crochet it blindfolded and while in a coma, possibly even in the dark while in a tight yoga position.

I'm off to get Pooky. Tomorrow he has the day off and if I swoon him nicely enough I just might get to enjoy some of that marital bliss that I fondly recall. (Woo-woo!)