I know it's 4:30 in the afternoon (and yes, the football game is on in the next room and I can see and hear it from where I sit in the sunroom) but it feels so much later in the day than that.
Yesterday was the same. By 7:30 pm it felt like the clock should be saying 10:30.
It's a weird, foggy, bleak, grey day out there. I'm quite glad that my people are snug and safe in the basement to watch their team win the Grey Cup, even though at least half of them would have gladly endured any number of cold, damp limbs to be at the stadium in Edmonton.
And so my decision this afternoon is whether I watch the game with the baby sweater (knitting) or the sewing machine and the quilt block... or the computer and tea...
Let's start with the tea and see where we go from there, shall we?