A Bit Lost

So we left home Friday afternoon and it's now Sunday night. We stopped in Clovis Friday night at Steve's parents' house, then headed to Weatherford to see my brother and sis-in-law and the twins (who are ADORABLE enough to eat, by the way). We're going to Bryan tomorrow morning to spend the remainder of the week with my folks.

And I'm feeling a bit lost. Kind of floating. I don't have a knitting project (I finally finished my green sweater - more about it later) and I have a few writing things I need to catch up on. But nothing I need to work on at the moment. This is a weird feeling. I'm usually working on something that needs to be finished ASAP, but not right now. Strange.

The green sweater - I finished it last week after a year and a half of working on it. It's too big. Nuts. Nuts, nuts, nuts. That's what I get for losing 45 pounds after starting a new project. But it's a great excuse to start working on a new sweater, right? I think so. But no new sweater projects until I'm done in Sock Wars.

Changing gears here...while I'm in Bryan, I'm hoping to spend some quality time at the mall and/or Target getting some new clothes. I have NO shorts and NO capris and, if you recall my "panties in a wad" episode from a couple of weeks ago, I need undergarments. What a weird feeling. I don't think I've ever needed this many pieces of clothing at one time. I feel a bit guilty about it, really. I have clothes in perfectly fine condition that I'm getting rid of because they don't' fit. I'm used to getting rid of too-small clothes and I usually berate myself for gaining weight, but this losing weight thing is different.

I was getting ready the other morning and caught a glimpse of something I haven't seen in years: a fatty deposit on my collarbone. I know, sounds gross. Sorry. But several years ago I discovered this grape-sized deposit and had it checked out. Nothing serious or abnormal. It's been there ever since but since I had a layer of "finish" on me (finish=fat) I couldn't see its outline until recently. Weird.

It's 9:22 NM time and I'm about to fall over because I'm so sleepy. I'm going to head to bed now. It's nice to see family but I never sleep as well when I'm away from home. I'm in love with my mattress. It's 8 years old and fabulous. SO worth the money we spent on it. But when you're tired enough, it doesn't really matter, does it?

Nighty night.