Elvis has not left the building


Hey there, good afternoon. I’m currently wearing ear protection in self defense, and I’m not at the range. My beloved has recently found Youtube Music. He’s on a bit of a jag.

Okay, the man loves Elvis. He really really loves Elvis. Myself, not so much. Today, after hours and hours of listening, really… Since I woke up and it is now in the late afternoon.

Other artists he has become enamored with are really old jazz or blues music, and then god help me, Willie Nelson. Don’t get me wrong, I like ol’ Willie. However after hour upon hour of listening, my nerves are a bit shot.

Please release me. Elvis has not left the building. -L

Just gotta get it done


Hey there, another end of day post. I have had enough sugar to jump start a bus today with 2 drops of blood.

Gross, I know.

Have succombed to Pandora again. Their playlists don’t mess around. Haven’t found a dud yet. I am so used to fighting Spotify or youtube music tooth and nail to get good music. So far, Pandora is behaving.

Had to do a grocery run today. That’s part of the reason I am a little od’d on sugar. Chocolate and marshmallow eggs, santas, bunnies and such are my favorite candy. Considering that chocolate is less detrimental to my wellbeing than drugs and or booze, I will stick to the sugar.

It has been a very rough couple of weeks. The Husaband has banned me from talking on the phone inside the house. Adding this to the ban on running sewing machines in the house I have been a little prickly.

The good news, I can get in the car, bring a mug with me, and talk to people. It is also how I do meetings now. For crying out loud.

The noise disturbs him, he says. He also gaslight really well. I greyrock with the best of them, and avoid his DARVO bs.

That said, I better get back to work. Hand sewing takes quite a long time, and I can’t run a sewing machine from a steering wheel. Take care. -L

Sometimes a little screaming helps too


Hey there, I’m settling in for the night. I have to do some stitching yet tonight. One thing I am waiting for is the new stitching light to charge up. The Amazon order came in today, and I impatiently waited several hours to get it.

The haul, since I don’t do haul videos, was a purse organizer where when I swap purses, I just slip it out of the current one and into the next one. I also got some pouches for inside my sewing or knitting kit. Then there were suitcase organizer blocks. Those are for the vehicle. I need to have an emergency tote out there for when my body goes apeshit in a hurry.

Lastly is a rechargeable wearable light. It’s good for reading, sewing or knit and crochet purposes. Now for the screaming part of the title.

We got into a screaming fight. Usually this is a blow off steam thing between us. Why? We have been stuck in this house together for months. Being unable to leave for either of us has driven us over the edge.

It’s part of the reason I was forbidden to talk on the phone inside the house, and forbidden to use a sewing machine inside the hosue. We have been driving each other insane.

Wait until he hears me cutting fabric. The sound of scissors is one hell of a trigger. Snort.

I’m kidding. I’ll be moving the sewing operations and computer work back into the office this week. It’s still nasty out there.

On that note, I suppose I better get back to work. I need to get things ready for the move to the garage. Take care, -L

A little therapy helps


Was at therapy today. Afterwards I went to a thrift store. There weren’t any books that struck my fancy, and I was about to leave.

3 shirts leaped off the rack and attacked me. Okay, I was wheeling by and I fell in love with them. One of them is a little frisky. So, I decided to wear it just to torture my spouse.

I’m feeling evil. Gentle hugs, -L