I finally got to have a day at home! Only a small tender spot still remains on my head. I got a call from the doctor’s office today telling me to toss the prescription he gave me yesterday. Seems it slipped his mind that I’m allergic to sulfa so he wrote me a script for a sulfa based drug. Oops! Thank goodness I wasn’t supposed to fill it right away. I noticed it was a different drug but I thought he did that on purpose so I would take a different drug the second time around and totally knock the infection. Evidently not. I’ll pick up a new script when I go in tomorrow for my flu shot.
My first task of the day was to embroider a name on a baby blanket Helen sent me through Kim. Helen is the director of the Pregnancy Resource Services where I donate the blankets, bibs, etc. Kim is the gal at church I give stuff to for PRS and she delivers it. I’m not real keen on embroidering on someone else’s items in the event it messes up but thankfully this went off without a hitch. I figure I’ve had enough “hitches” for one week, thank you very much! When that was done I finished the pumpkin basket. This turned out to be another one of those “one time is enough” projects. I haven’t decided who I want to give it to yet, but I’ll save it to show at the Ellie “do” on Monday and then decide.

After that I finished a block for my sister’s mini wall hanging. By time I finished that, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do two more blocks. This may be a REALLY mini wall hanging! I decided it was too late in the day to be making rash decisions so I quit and got some dinner.
I talked with Robin this afternoon. She has some throat thing and sounds real froggy. She was glad to hear I was doing much better. She told me about the time during her nurse training in pediatrics when a large child like Clint was brought in by ambulance with cellulitis and he died that night. So it is definitely serious business!
I also called Sonya and Kendra tonight but they were both out for the evening.
I think I’ll try for an episode of another Ruth Rendell mystery series before time for bed. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to work on at the knitting retreat. The second baby blanket went the way of the first one – frog it, frog it! Now I am going to try a sweater for Reign with some pink yarn I unearthed this afternoon.
A child is not likely to find a father in God unless he finds something of God in his father. - Austin Sorensen