I am absolutely feeling Monday. Head to toe. It’s all, all Monday.

My dreams may have had aliens or maybe it was just one creepy dude, but I’m pretty sure there was something also with tentacles? Kind of made sense at the time, but I feel like the surrealism followed me right on through to waking.

Outside looks the same as it ever did, though. It’s gray again, there’s the tiniest bit of snow on the ground but the sky looks like there’s plenty more coming. It’s only fair, it’s December, and that’s what December does.

Sky is up and ground is down, and not a sign of a tentacle, so that’s a plus.

I’ve been pressing forward with the crochet, but I got some yarn I don’t really like. It’s acrylic and not at all soft. I’m going to finish the scarf (I’m still on scarves, I’d like to get to hats at some point) and then follow some tips I found online to soften the yarn.

So we’ll see.

And that’s Monday. Editing to do, oh so much editing. Have a great day.

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