Today, still feeling perfectly well, wanting to go to the knitting group, but concerned about possible infection, I hauled out the government issued Covid test kits.
Two boxes had directions only in Spanish. The diagrams were clear, but I still needed the text. The third box had only English. Why the feds didn't give both to everyone is beyond me.
I got a clear, definitive negative, yay. So plans were on for the group this afternoon. I routinely mask everywhere but at home anyway.
Meanwhile some Misfits got busy in soup. Butternut squash, the remains of the giant one plus the current one, and carrots. My doctor wants me to hold back on salt, so I omitted it and bumped up the spices.
And, to make sure I remember to eat raw carrots and add parsley and cilantro to everything that doesn't move, I make them obvious, when I open the fridge
Pita bread, filled with blueberries, is often breakfast, or toasted, filled with cheese, goes with soup for lunch. There's salt in pita bread, and in Tony's chocolate (!), so I'll avoid it elsewhere.. I think I'll reeducate my palate to need less salt. I don't use a lot, but less is fine.
Yesterday's winnowing was several paper files, which resulted in a mass of soaked unreadable paper for the recycle and several manila file folders just the ticket for the ArtShaped torso, I think.
Out of half a dozen files, only a few pieces of paper were keepers. The rest was ancient stuff no longer relevant to anything
Then this afternoon, on to the knitting group where this fabulous finished Slightly Slanted Sarah Swett sweater was in attendance.







