Pondering the joys of solo adulthood: I think I've just talked myself into cinnamon rolls for dinner.
Also pondering the prettiness of a winter sunset, where the ice blue sky shades itself into the most delicate of pinks.
Busy day today. Ended up leading bible study this a.m., then I had to get my pork roasts seasoned and wrestled into two "only just barely enough room" crockpots turned on, and left on low for the afternoon. Then, back to church after my afternoon walk with the hound to turn them off, unplug them, then move the liners into the fridge. Tomorrow, I'll get there before I go to work at noon, put the crockpots back together and cook them on low until I'm finished work at 5, then I'll go back to the church and deal with the meat, deboning and deskinning it and commencing the shredding process.
And I'm working on a card for a friend, about my age, stalwart of the church, feisty little prairie lady, who has had some major surgery and a couple of setbacks. She was in church on Sunday, which was lovely, but I gave her a hug and she's way too thin. She's getting a homemade card (zentangled and possible water coloured), with a CBD-only transdermal patch in it for her to try to stimulate her appetite, and I thought I'd put in a little box of Italian pastries, from the same place I got them for
@Northwind's visit this summer.