Wonderful Husband is in Florida for work, in a hotel suite the description of which makes me wish even more that I could've gone with him. But this means I'm all alone for a couple of days (well, me and the cat, which is almost the same thing), so I've been reading. Finished the second Earthsea trilogy... think I like the first four books best, though the last two were also interesting.

However, taking advantage of Wonderful Husband's absence, I've gone to the store and purchased a small jar of chunky peanut butter. Mmmm.... Haven't had any in at least two and a half years because he's allergic. Even though he's not there, though, I still have to be careful--separate knives for the peanut butter and the jam so I don't accidentally contaminate the latter. But peanut butter sandwich... yum.

I also wanted to buy popcorn at the store. At two of them, actually. But both were out of loose popcorn! All they had was the microwave stuff! *cries* Betrayed by consumer culture! So of course when I got home and got out of the car, there was popcorn scattered all over the parking lot. This is because the universe has a sick sense of humor.

Now to sew. Or maybe read more.