I don’t really want to write too much tonight. I spent some time in the kitchen and the rest of the night I pottered about and knit a few more rounds. I’d love the sock to be finished before February but it doesn’t look like that is going to happen now. I’m just not going to have the time I don’t think. Depends what happens over the weekend I suppose.
Kitchen successes are mounting up. I cleaned out the fridge and the food cupboards today. I’m a bit ashamed at the amount I had to throw away. I had jams that have been open in the fridge for months that have gone and any herbs and spices I had in the cupboards were all out of date. They wouldn’t have been harmful but they wouldn’t have been particularly flavourful either. I wrote a list of what went so if I am planning on making things that need them I’ll know what needs to be replaced first.
Later on this evening I got a phone call from the man-shape. He had a fall in the theatre during rehearsals. He’s ok but things like that bring out the worrier in me. I know he’s going to be in pain for a few days and I’ll not be able to do anything to make it better. I hate that. I hate things that make me feel helpless and I hate not having a magic wand to take pain away from the people I love. It sucks. I hope I can see him tomorrow and reassure myself a bit. I’m not always a worrier but it is definitely a core part of my personality at times.