At Loose Ends

The day began innocently enough. It stretched out before me like an endless-seeming pile of light blue double-pom wool bonnets which needed their ends sewn:

After work, Hubby took R and me out to eat at The Old Spaghetti Factory and visit H. Hubby checks out his phone; H, in the red mask, is on the left:

R is still hurting from her wisdom teeth extraction and could only eat certain foods (I just have a pleasantly full face):

And so the day ended happily, with me eating my feelings.