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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

The Sunday Salon: And Then There Were None

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Currently: Trying to fight the nap-urge after having a heavy Indian lunch. We had couple of our neighbors come over for lunch. I may or may not have eaten more than I usually do, so now I'm waiting for 4 am, so that I can have some nice piping hot tea.

Last night was kind of rough. The little munchkin kept waking up every two hours, when usually she would only wake up once every 4-5 hours. I think maybe her hands (which are usually never covered) were a little too cold. We got some flannel pajamas for her yesterday - just in time, so hopefully, she won't feel too cold while sleeping. Right now, she's on her second nap of the day so I'm using the time to get caught up.

Work was less dramatic this past week, which was nice. I wish we had tomorrow off for Columbus Day but like for most of the country, it's a holiday that's not a holiday at work.

Reading: Yesterday, I finished reading And Then There Were None, my third Agatha Christie book ever. I quite enjoyed this one more than I did the other two. It was kind of ingenious, but I ended up feeling the same way I did after reading her other books - her crimes always seem impossible to solve (the perpetrator usually has the smallest presence in the book) and they generally have such fantastic plots that they don't feel realistic. Still, I enjoyed this one a lot so I hope to read some of her more popular mysteries soon.

Right now I am in between books - I have been on a trial subscription of Scribd for the past two weeks and I just started reading Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God. I was going to do a trial month with Oyster next, but oh well, they shuttered their doors and that was somewhat disappointing. I'll try Kindle Unlimited instead. I guess I'm trying to find the subscription service best worth keeping, when I need something like that. 

Listening: Still listening to Missoula in the car. It is annoying me how much many people prefer to blame the victim when it comes to rape complaints. You would think that at least women and fathers of girls will have more compassion, but nope - some of them act as if it is near impossible for a girl to get raped. Oh, he is just a sweet caring innocent boy...

Watching: Nothing really. I need to start watching Fear of the Walking Dead, now that the show is over and I can binge watch. Walking Dead is starting tonight but that may have to wait until later. I still haven't gone for Martian and I don't think I will be able to watch it in theater. Hopefully, it comes out on DVD soon.

Making: I finished munchkin's mittens last week. I had to restart the second mitten because I changed my knitting technique midway, even though I knew I shouldn't do it. And sure enough, the mitten came out slightly larger than its twin. I could still have moved on with my life but I knew that it would always bug me so I unraveled the mitten and made it again. Luckily, it was a quick project - just took an hour. Now, it's drying after a quick wash and soon it will be ready for the babe.

Last night, I cast on for a pullover for her and cannot wait to get going with that one. I've been hoping to make a scarf for myself but knowing how long that's going to take, I have been feeling hesitant. Maybe I'll just make more sweaters for the babe instead.

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