Gung Haggis Fat Choy. Chinese New Years has come and gone. We are blessed with abundance whether we mark it or not.
I haven't been feeling well. I have had pain and fever and no time to catch up. I said my speeches and led the singing. Now... I'm going to be sick and eat soup and sit in my chair and play hookey from meetings.
I am behind on a few things.
Scotty's birthday lastnight with my mom and paw. I bought (thawed with love) a President's Choice New York Deli cheesecake. It came highly recommended from the foodie friend of a genuine foodie and didn't disappoint.
Today as I am malingering, the suet bird feeder is going nuts.
Stellar's Blue Jay
Red-winged Blackbird (what are you doing here) and speckly Starling (go away).
I don't care because I have hot soup and killer antibiotics. And I finally made a decision. Rip out the sashing I started on the aran afghan and do a bit of seed stitch, a bit of sewing up until I need a nap. Whew.