Like many people who live south of the Mason-Dixon line, this is how I spent a lot of my day.

The last snow storm resulted in a power outage, so this time I wanted to make sure I had the dishes done, plenty of filtered water for coffee, and enough peanut butter, preserves, bread, and Tab to get through any power disruption.

One of my goals for the new year is to get my yarn empire organized such that I spend less time looking for stuff, and more time actually crocheting,

So once I had completed my storm preparations, I gathered together the bits of yarn that have collected over the last couple of months; lengths that are too long to throw out and too short to be used even in some scrap projects. I have been saving these bits of yarn for my great granny square, and they have accumulated to the point that I needed to use them before they formed one massive yarn tangle.

So when it finally came time to crochet, I got out my 5.0mm hook, the pile of renegade scraps, and my (at that point) almost 31-round great granny square.

After a couple of hours of work with numerous unscheduled interruptions, I had added almost two more rounds to the project. As some of the scraps had to be frogged (unraveled), the progress was reasonable, if not impressive.

Just as the sun was about to set, and right before the precipitation began to fall, I took these pictures:

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I hope I am ready for it, whatever it is.