It's Saturday, right? I was convinced it was for nearly half an hour this morning when I first woke up. There's not much difference between Tuesday and Saturday for me. The cat wakes me around 4:30 or 5. It's dark. I worked yesterday so this could be Saturday. I don't have anything planned for today. I went to bed early which I frequently do on Fridays 'cause I'm usually worn out by then. Everything pointed to Saturday.
I had turned on the radio and heard one of the annoucers talking about what was going to be on his program this evening. My first thought was that someone had put on the wrong recording. That happens a lot on that station. But then I began to think, maybe it's not Saturday. But what day is it? Obviously I figured it out and I do have something planned for today.
Later today I'm going to take my swift and ball winder to a friend's house to help him wind a truck load of yarn for an afghan he's making for the bedroom he's decorating for this year's Showcase House. I hope he makes it.
And furthermore! I heard this is the first day of spring. It's more like winter. I had to get out my heavy coat when I went for my walk. It's dark and gloomy. Hard to believe it was 97F here a couple of weeks ago. Guess I'll go turn on some lights and knit for a while.