A headache, and the Loveseat

I have a gnarly headache this morning. Let me be more to the point; I'm horribly hung over.

I'm not young any more. I should have just stuck to the Irish, but I have some younger friends. They like to drink these new-fangled drinks; liquor and something that kept me up all night. And now I have a headache. Oi.

So I'm here on the couch. It seems safe enough. I'm so glad that I cleaned the house yesterday, because I couldn't justify hanging out on the couch if'n the house were messy-at least from this vantage point, anyway. The kitchen will have to wait. I don't see it now.

As I was saying..... I'm here on the couch. It wasn't like an epiphany or anything, but I was feeling a little guilty because my mother was looking like she wanted to sit down. I'm not tall, and the couch is long enough for me to stretch out and the Tukster has room at my feet. Tuk is wandering around, looking for a cat to harass. There was room to sit down. Maybe mom didn't want to sit at my feet.

Mom is looking at the loveseat as an option. There is no room on the loveseat. It is covered with knitting projects; lovely squares of "The Lizard Ridge" afghan, my nephew's sweater-green and cable-y , the bright new sock and a bag of lace (which I lovingly took from it's hiding place yesterday). It all looks so pretty with the sunrise (oh golly, it's getting bright and it hurts my eyes-gollum gollum), all colorful and basketed. It's neatly placed, all those pretty knitting things, but there it is, taking up the entire loveseat.

Mom picks up one of the projects, as if to inspect it, but really to see if she can make a spot in which to sit.

"You have a lot going here, are you going to be okay? Do you want some coffee?" She replaces the knitting and gives up her notion for a seat.

"Ugh", I reply, and pull the couch quilt over my head.

I need to sleep now. I'll turn off the phone, and burrow down under the crocheted blankie, and turn my back on the not-so-great-outside-I'd-rather-be-knitting-than-this-#$%^%^&- day.

Oh, my aching head. I will clear off the loveseat tomorrow.