Okay, I will admit it, I am in a hurry for spring to get here. I wore my flips to the farmers market this afternoon. Yes, I know it is February in PA, but I don't care. I hate shoes more than I hate cold feet, so I think I am going to put my shoes and socks away for this season. Already I am looking forward to treating myself to some decent flips, as soon as my self-imposed spending freeze is over on March 1st. Old Navy is nice for cheap variety, but my poor old feet have earned something with a bit of support, maybe some nice Merrills, will be checking at LL Bean and Cabellas in one short month! Hmmmm, I think I see a shopping plan taking shape . . .
After another night of crap sleep, I managed to drag myself out of bed before Gary came home at lunch to check on me. Will I ever have a night of sleep that is not interrupted by chest pain and sweats? Well maybe, if the acupuncturist works for me. At this point, I will try anything. Anyway, after the farmers market run, I have settled myself in the kitchen to stitch on Eiffel Quaker and look out the window at the bird feeder. Not much action going on out there lately, all the birds were apparently smart enough to winter elsewhere. The pic I am sharing is from last season, a grosbeak came to visit, didn't hang around long, so I am thankful to have had the chance to take their photo.
In closing, this is what my corner of the world looked like last Groundhog Day, happy we did not get a repeat of that today, especially since the little rodent did see his shadow
