  When I looked out my window Many sights to see And when I looked in my window So many different people to be That is strange, so strange You got to pick out every stitch Must be the season of the witch I have been so happy the last few days. I wake up in the morning and have a bowl of bran flakes (sometimes with fresh strawberries) and soymilk. I tend to the dogs (kinda like tending to the herd, when you have five of them) - picking up toys, cleaning up pee-pads, mixing up food for the puppies.
They are almost six weeks old and they are playful and curious (pics to come soon). I pick up all the stray cups and plates and load them into the dishwasher. After all of this cleaning, I take a shower myself. Make the bed. Think about lunch. Sit down and cross stitch for a while. Heat up leftovers for lunch or make a nice veggie bologna sandwich. Go back to cross stitching. Pop in a DVD to watch while I stitch. Think about leaving the house. Think about what color to work on next.
I know it sounds mundane. I ended up being more housewifey than I ever imagined I'd be. But a person should do whatever makes them happy - whether it's buying stocks or cross stitching butterflies. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about classes starting again and (eventually) teaching. But I'll carry these other projects with me - needles, yarn, thread, and scissors - in whatever direction life goes. 
