We had our last Thanksgiving gathering, and we all laughed and joked about why I didn't have homemade rolls. I took deviled eggs and cheesy potatoes, and there was not a drop left when we went home.
The weather . . .
42/36°F, and rain mid week.
As I look outside my window . . .
It's cloudy, and looks like rain possibly.
Right now I am . . .
Filling the sink to wash the dishes from yesterday's gathering, loading the washing machine and looking up a recipe for using up the spaghetti squash.
Thinking and pondering. . .
Considering a getaway for our upcoming anniversary. It all depends on the progress of the living room.
How I am feeling . . .
Feeling a bit groggy from the holiday festivity adult drinks from yesterday.
Listening to . . .
The radio.
On the breakfast plate . . .
-leftover sausage/egg/cheese breakfast sandwich with Ezekiel bread.
What I am wearing . . .
T-shirt, pull over sweatshirt, and sweatpants.
On the reading pile . . .
Crochet patterns, and new recipes.
On the TV . . .
Yellowstone.
On the menu . . .
Looking around the house . . .
It's the same hot mess.
To-do list . . .
From the camera . . .
I have nothing today, but plan to get pictures of current handiwork for tomorrow's post.