Paul worked all day Saturday, so Sunday was a mix of chores and relaxing.


Before starting the major work, we managed a scrumptious brunch.

Eggs Benedict, smashed potatoes and bloody Marys.

Well fueled, he went out and put new speakers in my truck, changed my oil, and chopped wood for our Sunday evening fire.

As I tell him regularly, "I love being married to a greasy guy!"


Whereas, I stayed in and did a bit of cooking. I prepared some casseroles that went right into the freezer for later, when we're more rushed.


I blocked out the body of Rogue. The failure of Retrofit had a positive benefit. I finally accomplished the finishing details on this sweater.

Pays to have a soccer player in the house.

How else would you block the hood?





While cooking, I started some crockpot dyeing.

This is the last of any white fiber I have in the house. A posh mix of alpaca, merino and silk.

(In desperation, I threw in some of the dark brown finn fleece around the edges. Don't know if that'll show any color at all?)