Yesterday seeps into today

 I've made a list of all the Netflix plus recommendations. It takes two sides of a quarter sheet of paper I use for scrap. 

Yesterday began with a will, after I slept in for half an hour. After breakfast I was working in the kitchen and looked up from scrubbing potatoes.

I cannot imagine, though I tried. The blinds on one side of the room or the other often put a dot of light on the ceiling. If he were a kitten there would be real trouble. Ten years of girth there. I was concerned enough to ask the vet who demonstrated sliding the top layer of kibble back into the bag. It worked for me, not for him. He apparently must take personal responsibility for his pandemic girth.

Over in the kitchen I was working on supper and making leftovers.

Acorn squash and cheesy scalloped potatoes. I was concerned the potatoes might cook over, which accounts for the order of the pans. 

I knit for a while. When the center pull ball was too messy, I spent half an hour putting it into a ball.

Isn't that a beautiful sight. I had scalloped potatoes and peas for supper. A balanced meal, though I had a second helping of potatoes. It's been a long time since I violated that rule of not going back for more kibble.

It was an exhausting day. I watched a couple episodes of Virgin River, and went to bed. At least Netflix remembers where I stopped and goes right back if I check the series again.

It's a new day. After breakfast I put together a crostata. Yum. Then I tackled that big project on hand, properly repotting the amaryllis bulb.

I trimmed off the excess of the old flowers, and discovered more leaves coming along on either side of the current leaves.

On both sides. The plant has a mind of its own. Perhaps it intends to own me.

Time for lunch and then afternoon plans. Another day half gone.