Oops, yep, I think I bunked a bit Ayers . . . .sorry about that. I now solemnly swear not to bunk anytime soon . . . is that a common phrase in South Africa?
I'm back to living the way too quiet life here in the mountains. Did get some digging in today. There are still patches of snow around but they are shrinking rapidly.
I spent a quiet evening sewing and watching Miss Fisher Mysteries. I find the whodunit so complex that I get pretty lost. However I like the costumes.
As I type this, I realize that I didn't crave wine at all tonight. I had dinner with my borrowed family (an amazing pasta alfredo) and happily drank lemonade. I know I could get back into it in the blink of an eye which is why I don't want to bunk out. You all are kind of my protection/reminder.
So tomorrow: fill our some financial paperwork, unplug the gutter heat tape, find some very fine sandpaper, sew and hopefully meet with the refridgerator repair dude.
Good night lovelies!