Our heroine becomes revoltingly domestic

I woke up this morning thinking, "I need to take the butter out of the fridge so it can warm up."

This morning I spent almost four hours knitting. I'm not a fast knitter, but I got most of the neighbor's dog-hair scarf done (it helps that I'm using size 11 needles). Then I had a quick lunch, changed into a shirt that wasn't covered with dog hair and my great-grandmother's apron, and made about six dozen sugar cookies. Mom took some to the neighbors (the other neighbors, not the neighbor I'm giving the scarf to) and some to our landlord and landlady, and some to choir, and the broken or burnt ones we're keeping to eat. Once I'd finished baking and had cleaned up the kitchen, I had a quick supper and changed back into my dog-hair-covered T-shirt and finished knitting the scarf.

Now I just need to wash and block the scarf in the morning, and once it's dried I'll take it over to the neighbor. Then I can RELAX because I have fulfilled all my current obligations.

Of course, today's schedule hasn't left me much time to read or write. Fortunately, I still have a few hours left before bedtime.