divine angst

Despite our good intentions, Mr. Angst and I did not make it to the lake this weekend. My sniffles and the threat of more hail and rain (and OH MY GOD, when will the weather stop being so damn freaky?) conspired to keep us (mostly) indoors.

I did manage to get to church this morning for choir, even if I was quite late, and I also managed to run to the fabric store to by some black satin ribbon, which I will use as a sash for the dress I bought last week. This is what I get for shopping at the outlet—missing pieces. It’s OK—I like the ribbon better anyway.

But other than those two jaunts out of the house, I’ve been in ALL WEEKEND. Resting. Recuperating. It’s working, too, because the sickness is definitely in retreat. (Knock on wood.) I’ll keep eating the sudafed, and the snot will keep running—or not running, actually. At least, that’s the idea.