Yesterday was Monday. 

I bought fabric on Monday to sew today, Tuesday, knowing that I would be 

stuck at home due to a fresh coating of black cement on my driveway. 

Around 11pm last night I could no longer resist the temptations of my new fabric, 

sitting there, waiting to be sewn. So I sewed into the wee hours 

of the night, because once I start, I have to finish. Now I'm here, 

not sewing—instead, blogging! 

Sometimes I'll stare at Bardot swimming around in his poor, 

little, half gallon tank, wondering what he thinks about on a daily basis. His hefty bubble 

nest reassures me he's happy though, so that's good.