Don't panic; I don't mean all over the world, just in my office. Answering my phones. Flirting with my UPS drivers.
I am dropping LittleBit at early morning seminary in thirty-five minutes and heading up to Far North Dallas for an all-day class with the rest of the support staff. This is a class on homelife/worklife balance, and for me it's rather moot, because I have one of those jobs which is easy to leave at my desk at the end of the day. But I expect to learn something from the class, and if nothing else it is a day in which I will have to answer Not Phone One, except my cell phone when class lets out at 4:30. Given the location of today's class and the location of home, I don't expect to be home any sooner than if I were leaving from downtown BigD at the usual time.
The 0000 project is complete, and I realized as I was drifting off to sleep last night that I'd sealed the components up for delivery to their future owners without taking a picture first. Bear with me; I'm still not used to the idea of being owned by a digital camera.
One of my church girlfriends brought LittleBit home after church, with three Sabbath-appropriate videos for me to watch if I was tired of napping. I watched all three while LittleBit visited with her dad and sister, who live just over the fence from our apartment complex. I can see his kitchen window when I'm at the dumpster. There's a punchline in there somewhere, but it's not even 6:00am so you'll have to come up with it yourself, sorry.
I frogged the Jitterbug sock because over the past couple of days, in spite of the cold-induced fog that is my brain, I realized that I forgot to cast on over doubled needles. So I cast on the same number of stitches last night and have started over with another pattern. I'm thinking that I'm going to frog it again and begin a third sock which has a lovely scalloped cuff that requires one more stitch than the first two.
What I really want to do is stay home today and work on the sleeves to LittleBit's cardi, but unfortunately they are locked in my bottom drawer at work. I'm afraid that if I show up to fetch them, the lawyers will tie me to my chair and go defend people.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!