I had an encouraging appointment yesterday with the new Ob/Gyn Doctor at the hospital.
Which reminds me that I'm supposed to make an appointment for next week, by which time he'll have found last week's ultrasound report and received yesterday's blood test results.
Day 2 of Grass Widowhood looms large. The house is quiet at the moment because Micah's in town writing his last first semester final. Tomorrow I expect it will be quiet at this time because Micah will not have risen yet to meet the day.
Quiet is good.
It's been a disappointing week of "holiday" in certain ways.
Randall is in Denver for the Covenant Conference's Mid-Winter convention.
This usually means that I can send Micah to school and have an 8.5 hour stretch of time just for me. It's a bit selfish, but it only happens once or twice a year that I have a 3 - 4 day break from the norm.
This week's not panned out quite like that. It's been, and will continue to be, very busy- mostly gearing up to MOPS on Thursday morning. Added to that, Micah has been having final exams/semester break since last Thursday so he's been around to cramp my style.
The jewel in all the rush is the clay class that I've signed up for. Randall saw the notice at Sobeys when we were there on the weekend, so I pulled one of the name & number fringes off the bottom of the paper and made the call.
Class starts Thursday night and runs for 8 weeks. It will be good to get back into the workshop. I might even be motivated to have a go at that corner of the garage and get my pottery table uncovered. At the very least I have to get in there before Thursday night to find the box that stores my tools. I'm quite excited about it. Especially since it's a hand building class; I did better at my second wheel class in Prince Albert, but I'm still more confident at hand building and carving.
I need to get on with my day; Micah could be home any time, and there were a few things I wanted to get done before he gets back.
Onward and upward!