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Spent yesterday trying to stay awake. Failed miserably when I got home--I fell asleep on the sofa halfway through my dinner. Managed to wake up enough to finish dinner, shed the blanket of cats, and shower, all before 9pm. Enjoyed a pleasant phone date, called By at 11 to see how much longer he was going to be at the studio, and crashed. I have no idea what time he got home, I don't remember him coming to bed.

The half-finished tiara was on the counter this morning, though, and it looks fantastic. I think he's going to finish the rest of the work on it at home this evening. If memory serves, delivery was supposed to be this weekend.

There was a scrape-able frost on my windshield this morning, though the garden looked ok. I've got to dig the key lime tonight, toss it in a bucket or something, and bring it in to work tomorrow morning. The rosemaries will be ok for a few more weeks, which is good. I'd like to see us get some of the bugs under control in the greenhouse before I bring in something that WILL get buggy given half a chance.

Next to no knitting to report the past couple of nights. Just too tired.