Rude awakening

for some reason we both slept in this morning, completely forgetting that we had hired someone to come to replace the fan in the basement.  Thank Goodness  I was up, although still in my nightie , and in the bathroom.  I think David was completely out of it.  Heard the doorbell, and haven't moved that fast in quite awhile.  So he is now downstairs "supervising", and I am just keeping out of the way.  I'll be glad to have a good working fan down there.  I can use my respirator when I'm working with dye powder or spray chemicals, but then I have to get out of the area for awhile to let "whatever" dissipate.

For some reason I have the urge to cook.  ( I know, I should sit down and drink tea until the urge goes away)  I was catching up on e-mail and found one of the Kraft e-mails with a recipe for Chicken Parmesan, but such a pitiful recipe!   That caused me to remember how we used to sometimes have it for Sunday supper.  There is no reason I can't cook it for the two of us--except, of course, that I have no mozzarella cheese.  David will be out today to take some receipts to Blue Cross, and can pick some up.  I suggested that he take advantage of my urges whenever they pop up.

The small Japanese bag I was working on was finished on Sunday.  I figure that,  basing my work on minimum wage, that little bag is worth about $600, so I better look after it.   There is no information in the Japanese book on how big these things are finished, and the little bag was smaller than I had anticipated, so I spent some time trying to figure out sizes, and realized that most of them are small. I was going to try another one, but have had another idea working its way through my brain, and I think I'll go with that.