I'm back home after my little work trip. Just so you know, the hotel wasn't quite Norman Bates but still a little icky. Did I mention there was no door on the bathroom?? Yeah, classy - just sayin.
Rebecca, my co-worker and I met for breakfast the next morning. Part way through breakfast (McDonald's bacon and egg biscuit) she says "I shouldn't tell you this, but when I went to bed last night I started thinking about bed bugs and couldn't sleep." OMG, I did the same thing. I got in bed, had that flash through my mind and then got all itchy! By the way - there were none. I checked.
The mattress was like laying on marshmallows - too soft. Between that and the bug thoughts, I didn't sleep well. And in the morning my back was killing me from the mattress. I took me several minutes to even get out of bed. I must have looked like a 98 year old arthritic trying to get up. So needless to say, we were both less than bright eyed and bushy tailed at breakfast.
We did have a good day and a nice 3 hour drive home. We were in the part of the province that is mainly agricultural. So that meant lots of little farm markets and fruit and vegetable stands. We stopped at several. The highlight was finding the first batch of Spring Fiddlehead Greens. I cooked them for tonight's supper with a piece of salmon. Mmmmm, perfect.
I still haven't found my hooking mojo. All I seem to do lately is knit. I just packed up an order of cotton dishcloths. I may find the strength later to list some on etsy. I am missing the rug hooking, yet until you have that inspiration for a project you like, its a waste of time. You will not like what you are doing and it will become another unfinished thing. So for now its still knitting. MOJO, where are you?