A month or so ago I mailed a box with a couple of hats that I had made. The box never reached the recipient. Boo hiss. So this afternoon, after knitting a couple more hats, I mailed them off- this time registered mail that has to be signed for.
Morgan's girlfriend is named Mermaid and I decided, if she was interested, I would knit her a hat. She has only seen pictures so far, but she seems to like it:
The original package I sent, had two hats in it. One hat was for Mermaid's friend Sunflower, and the other was for Sunflower's new baby. I made a new hat for Sunflower and since I have a collection of baby hats, I sent another one of them too:
In other news, I woke up with a terrible headache. I lay my head down on my arms and just cried for a few minutes. I don't think it helped at all, but sometimes I just need to acknowledge the pain even though I don't welcome it.
It's funny, I really have been able to get to sleep and stay asleep pretty well since finding out that I have a brain tumor. Why is that I wonder? I guess you shouldn't question the good things?