Yesterday was a very lazy day, thanks to a nagging headache, passing heavy showers (which probably triggered the headache) and TNT's full day of Law and Order reruns. I did some laundry and cleaned the bettas' bowls, but that was as productive as it got - I spent most of the day on the couch, cranking out granny squares. I believe I did 16 before I couldn't stand it anymore. Then I surrendered to an impulse and cast on a Bucket o' Chic in Candy Blue Cotton-ease (I think this is becoming my favorite shade) and got a little more than a third of the way around the first section before calling it a night. I still think the grannies are the right portable project for the move this week - no pattern, no thinking, can be done in bad lighting while talking and drinking beer. The project bag is a little large and my car is going to be seriously overloaded already, but I can make it fit.


Today will be a little-to-no-knitting day, though I am off work I have a ton of errands and cleaning to do, rain or no rain, things I should have done yesterday if I had been able to break the gravitational pull of the couch. I also need to remember to stop at Petsmart, because the Bossy One needs a new ID tag - the old one has the no longer operational house phone number on it, and I really need to replace it. I became one of those "cell phone only" types after my husband's death, because I quickly figured out that nearly every call was a sales call for him - I'd "Please do not call"-ed everybody who ever bothered me on that number, and family and friends got into the habit of calling my cell, so I was paying 50 bucks a month for a phone I did not use, to be annoyed by calls that weren't for me. Buh-bye, land line. So, particularly before I get on the road with my darling dog, I must make sure that his ID tag has the correct phone number on it. Not that he is ever allowed out of my sight, but I'm paranoid that way.


He doesn't know he's going on a big car trip - I don't dare breathe a word of it until I'm loading the car. Don't laugh, but it's true - the dog knows what "going in the car" means, and he would nag the hell out of me, walking around right on my heels, dancing and stamping his feet, making that little "harrumph" sound he does to get my attention: "Are we leaving yet? Why aren't we leaving yet? Get your car keys! Get my leash! You said we were going in the CAR! LET'S GO!!" He doesn't forget, either - if I make the mistake of mentioning it a day ahead he will pester me like that for a full 24 hours, then start sighing heavily when Mom doesn't respond. I don't call him the Bossy One for nothing, if he wasn't so cute and affectionate, he'd be a real little pain in the ass, but fortunately his bossiness is more charming than obnoxious. Or maybe it's just because I love him. (Works that way with humans, too....) I'm not sure how thrilled he will be after a couple of hours on the Florida Turnpike -he has been to Grandma's house, which is just about two hours away, but this is a 4+ hour car ride. I'm also adding to the load in the car by bringing one of the cat carrier/crates with me, so I can lock his nosy little ass up while we are unloading and moving furniture, or he will be underfoot, "supervising." He won't like it much, but it's far better than trying to keep an eye on him.