I've been reading through your comments from my last post, and I can't thank you all enough for your support. It really is frightening to be out there, alone in a stranger's home, and subjected to verbal abuse. This has only happened to me once before, but it always makes me question why I do what I do for a living. I don't earn any extra for this kind of work. I'd make the same to work within 4 walls. By yesterday morning, I'd learned the underlying cause of the previous night's drama was my good old pal, ETOH, or alcohol. Such a surprise, isn't it? It's always the female drinkers who surprise me, and really? I should know better. I should have suspected it in the first place, but I like to believe the more romantic notions of loss, grief and anxiety before I believe substance abuse. Note to Nurse Rudee: when ya gonna learn? Not everyone has normal methods of coping. All I can say is that trouble maker had to have some pretty good mouthwash, because I never suspected. Not even once, and thanks to an ex-husband, I've got a pretty sharp nose for drinkers.
I hear the weather was simply spectacular today. I wouldn't know since I spent the day sleeping. Awakening at dusk on my only day off, I felt I little better, but still not great. I've come down with some sort of GI bug and I didn't get a whole lot of rest last night. My son asked me if I felt bad today. He knew I did because he didn't see me knitting at all. He's kept me company all day and made sure my glass of Coca-Cola was topped off. He's a good guy.
The photo at the top is the fruit of my labors yesterday. I'm taking a Fair Isle class and making a hat. There'll be a total of 4 colors used and in the photo, you see the brown, yellow and cranberry. The fourth is purple. The yarn is alpaca with a twist and it's sooooo soft. I'm stuck where I am because I left the pattern in the yarn store and they're closed until Monday at 10 AM. Don't think I won't be pounding on the door at 10 sharp.