1.) Tonight I went to my monthly stitching group where we sat around knitting and sewing and gabbing and on Friday I am going to the Dodger game with a bunch of women to knit (It's called Stitch and Pitch. As if I could miss something like that.) and last Sunday I played Canasta with my dad and Camille and at the fair on Saturday I was this close to buying a muumuu. It will be my birthday in 2 weeks and I will be turning 81.
2.) I wrote an email to Bronwyn this morning and admitted to her - and now to you - that one of my most recent panicky fears I have about flying out to Tunis is that I will leave my passport in New York and be stuck in Montreal where I will be mercilessly taunted by French Canadians. I have an irrational suspicious on French Canadians. I blame all those LM Montgomery books I read in my youth.
3.) I have just emerged from a three day book coma. That's when you put all of life on hold instead of putting down a book. I finished it and instantly realized how hungry I was because I had skipped so many meals to keep reading.