Mondays

There's just too much to do on Mondays. Why does Monday always seem to be the catch-all day? And, if it's not really that much, it surely does seem like it. Maybe it was just the lowering skies and the all-day rain that makes it feel like that. Especially when we're not used to having rain like this. Since last night, we've had 2.5" of rain at our house.

Swimming (three days a week); coffee (can't have swimming without Panera's); laundry (have to do it sometime); run the dishwasher (ditto); bridge (I wish I'd get at least one day of really good cards0; decide what to have for supper (thank heavens for good leftovers); pack the Fuller's Xmas presents to take to UPS (they forgot to take them home with them on Saturday); help the Lady Vols demolish LA Tech (81-60); knit (I really need to do Vicki's pullover sleeveless vest). Retirement is like that - it always makes you wonder how you ever managed to find enough time to work.

It doesn't sound like much, I know - but it surely does seem to take up a lot of time. I guess, as they say, It's a dirty job, and somebody's got to do it.

Speaking of knitting, here are two views of the almost-finished right side of Kate's sweater that I'm knitting for her. It's a Vivian Hoxbro "shadow strip" design. Amazing, isn't it.