A quiet day....

Yesterday I carried every wrench, screwdriver, nut, bolt, hammer, drill, socket, etc, etc etc from the garage into the living room to be sorted. It's all been a jumbled mess out there and it really needed to be spread out to be able to be sorted into some sort of order. There is no doubt in my mind that I carried several hundred pounds of equipment back and forth and today EVERY muscle in my body hurts.
So, it was a quiet day arguing with the "Shower Of Love" afghan. GRRRR!!! I thought I fixed some mistakes and knitted some more rows....then I saw that it was even worse than before I spent the 5 hours 'fixing' it. So I just ended up frogging about 10 rows.
I need to start working on it more often so I make less mistakes on it. I forget the feel of the pattern when I've put it down for too long and lose the rhythm of the pattern.
I got the email that Brenda will be interred on August 7th. It has brought it all back in an even worse way. I'm really having a hard time with this. She was so fun, and just.....so....Brenda! She was the greatest and I can't believe this world can go on without her laugh, her wit, her caring, and her flair for life.