Resolution Update.

It's not that I'm slipping. Today was just kind of a fluke. We had a very busy weekend, with lots of manual labor on Saturday, fixing up some buildings on my family's land out in the hills. And we had a last-minute, very welcome visit from my best friend and her two radiantly beautiful children yesterday.
AND we're out of coffee, so I had no motivation to get up with Husband this morning. Plus I was very tired from the weekend. But so was Husband, and he got up and went off to work lickety split. I, on the other hand, did not. It's a testament to my exhaustion that I had no seven o'clock dreams. I did have some eight o'clock dreams, but I actually woke up before those could get out of control and turn into nine o'clock dreams.
Anyway, not the best way to start a new week, but it is what it is.
On the other hand, I have not spent much time on the computer this weekend. We were too busy, for one thing. Yesterday I restricted myself to the reading the NY Times website, which is chock full on Sundays. And my Facebook farm has been managed--I won't have to go there ever again if I so decide. Pathetic, I know, but I think it's important to be honest.
My parents are bringing down some furniture they're donating to our cause (our cause being "we have a rickety dining room table and the chairs keep breaking"), but besides that I have nothing to do but sew, sew, sew. Finished an apron for my mom last week (and forgot to take pictures), and it turned out really nicely. On the front of it I sort of appliqued one of those off-kilter log cabin squares, and it looked so cool I can't wait to make some more. Without coffee, however, I'm having a hard time deciding what those squares will become part of.
P.S. I put the picture of the purple flowers here so it would stop being such a text-heavy page. They have nothing to do with me sleeping in like a big fat sloth; they have nothing to do with me intending to make log cabin quilt squares today; they have nothing to do with me being out of coffee. But they're pretty and they're growing wild in the wooded hill across the street from our little house.