Tummy is better. Thanks for asking. It really wasn’t that bad for that long. Just violent. Whew.
I got up this afternoon (finally managed to get some good day sleep!) and found the new Vogue Knitting magazine on my coffee table. The knitting elves have been very, very good to me. This will make my night at work tonight so much better. I usually save knitting magazines a) for work, when I need to escape in my mind the room that I physically can’t leave for 10-14 hours and b) the bathtub, if on my weekend. There ain’t NOTHIN’ like lying in that tub until the water runs cold, reading about knitting. Unless you’re me, and it’s within the last two weeks, and you’re reading about spinning. But you know what I mean.[I just got an email from Lala, responding to my thanks for the magazine and she says: "I’m glad you like the magazine. I try to be a good provider. At least of the necessities."]
Yesterday I dyed my hair with a punky teenage Loreal color called Funky Cherry — came in a mousse can in a metallic package, and it was cheap, and I gotta say, if you’re gonna dye your hair, there is no better method than mousse. I don’t know why they all don’t come this way. It was thick and gloppy and I just pushed it into my hair and there were no drips, none at all. I did accidentally fling the can behind the toilet, spattering the back wall with blood-like drops, but I washed most of them off, and since the only time anyone will notice will be when the toilet is moved out of the way, I’m sure the person noticing the stains will have bigger problems.
And I curled my hair. I’m loving this longer haired thing — takes more time, but it’s fun. Here:
Okay. I’m going running now. And then back home to bathe, quickly, and then to spin again. I’m a woman possessed. I talk about it so much perhaps I don’t really have that much time to do it. Yesterday, I grabbed exactly 20 minutes to spin. Today I might get an hour or TWO before work, and that’s very exciting. Must run. Mwah!