Feb 11 2008
Bad storm coming
We’re supposed to get snow tomorrow—8 inches during the day tomorrow changing over to sleet and freezing rain by Wednesday morning. By evening commute Tuesday, they say we need to watch out for bad roads and traffic snags. We didn’t get a delay this morning as I suspected, although ours was one of only three in the area who didn’t delay. Most made the decision last night and I was hopeful that ours was just holding out for morning to see what it really was like, but no such luck!
Today I did manage to schedule an appointment for myself for next Monday afternoon. I’ll be glad to sit and talk about my concerns and see what med-changes can be made to make things better for me health-wise. I’ve got the beginning of one of those rotten colds that’s starting with a drippy nose that feels like there’s a huge log jam behind it. I usually avoid orange juice, and while I haven’t broken down and gotten some, I did pick up some grapefruit juice in hopes of getting a good vitamin C infusion.
I got home today to two packages waiting for me! One was my pink and brown swaparooni package (thanks NCBelle!) and the other was a purse I bought online. I was really excited about both of them. I need to take pictures of the swap package contents, so they’ll be forthcoming tomorrow—there were several beautiful yarns, two headbands, notepads and postit notes, and best of all: dark chocolate! 
I was invited to a neighborhood knitting group tonight by my aunt. We were there for about 2 hours and I made some good progress on my french market bag. I haven’t touched this since John had his surgery in September 2006, so the first row of knitting tonight is kind of obvious, but since it’ll be felted, I don’t expect it will be much of a problem. I’m pleased with the progress and probably will need to knit about 2 more inches vertically before I can start binding off for the handles. I’m glad I picked this back up because it’s been sitting idle for way too long!
And for our scare of the day, Zoe was chewing on a teething biscuit while we were waiting for the boys to get home tonight—it was keeping her content while I made dinner. John got home and brought her out to the kitchen. At that point, she didn’t seem to have anything left of it and she started eating some potato at the table, but there must have been a phantom chunk of it left somewhere because before long she was choking. I was sitting off to the side and didn’t realize it until John got up to grab her. He’s always afraid to try to deal with choking kids so he handed her over to me for some back thumping. It took three attempts to really get her back to clear but she didn’t even seem upset after the fact—she left that to John and I to worry about!
