I’m still with the sinus wackiness, with some lack-of-sleep to accompany the lack-of-brain. And I’ve changed my mind about my costume idea (for tomorrow’s party), so I have to go hunt for the appropriate pieces tomorrow.
I live for a challenge.
And because I’m feeling linky (or, more accurately, lazy), read this commentary on this article and report back if your blood pressure doesn’t skyrocket. The treatment of which will cost you 30% to 49% more if you’re a woman.
For an interesting take on the tax code and how it should change (or not), read what William has to say.
If you don’t want to admit there’s a recession looming, The Loopy Ewe is having a 20% off sale through Saturday night.
This is going to be my next sweater, my first cardigan. It’s going to be awesome. If I can just finish the Clapotis for me, the 2 (and counting) Christmas gifts for family, and the other project I want to make before winter hits, I’ll be golden.
Have a great weekend!
Edited to add this note of panic: I just now realized that I now live in a neighborhood where Trick-or-Treating happens. I have never in my life lived in a place where Trick-or-Treating happens. I mean, obviously I’ve lived in the United States for the enitrety of my 28+ years. Where I grew up, in the middle of the rural countryside of northern Winnebago County, IL (you could see Wisconsin from the top of the hill on a clear day), people never came to our house to beg for candy. To begin with, my parents didn’t dig Halloween because they were a little bit crazy (Hi Mom! Love you!). Second, our driveway was a tenth of a mile long and off of a busy(-ish) county road — nobody was walking around at night around our place. After I moved out I lived in college dorms and apartment buildings, mostly not on the ground floor — again, not prime candy-mongering places.
Now, of course, we live in a family-riffic neighborhood where I’m told the kids go to EVERY house with a light on. Do I buy candy and throw it at the little dears, possibly infecting them with my cold in the process? Or do I try to surreptitiously exist in my house without using artificial lights of any kind and hide out until 8pm? Arrrrgh.