Interesting...

There were portents. One should always pay attention to portents. Yup...love them portents.

#1: I overslept. The alarm was set for 6:00. Which would have given me plenty of time in which to stagger out of bed, stumble about the condo whilst trying to recall important details such as my name and why I was awake at this hour. Yes indeedy. Would've worked like a charm had I set it for 6:00 a.m. instead of p.m.

#2: I discovered this:

Evidence of simple construction.

Apparently, sometime during the night, Persephone and Desdemona made some sort of feline evolutionary leap and are now capable of creating rudimentary structures. This could mean something....

#3: Any day one is faced with a dour nurse holding a sharp, pointy thing and querying, "Which arm do you want it in?" is going to be simply fraught with portents. (for the record, I chose the right)

#4: Bloody arm. I don't recall anyone telling me what to do should the injection site bleed. I did what any Sheep would do when on "portent overload." I ignored it.

Now what all these portents mean, I couldn't tellya. I cast on for Amy's project in the yarn of her choice and have had no dramatic setbacks. There were a couple of ant sightings, but a plague of locusts has not descended as of this posting. My hair has not caught fire.

But I'm not taking any chances. There will be no life-altering decisions made in the immediate future. I will not purchase a lottery ticket. I will not comment on the fashion choices made by local biker gangs.

I'm lying low.

Does anyone think that it would be over the top if I was wearing a helmet as part of my regular ensemble? Not that I am, or anything...that would be weird...I'm just curious...that's all.

Honest.

SA