afraid to say anything lest the universe take it awry

I know, another boring no-pictures post.... but y'see the last time I was really happy about work clearing up the universe decided to punish me for my crimes.  I'm not sure what my crimes are, which makes it excessively difficult to keep from doing them again.  I've never been good at mind reading, to my chagrin.

I'm not dead (much like The Harlot, my Mom also chased me down because I had only blogged worrisome things and disappeared... must be a Mom thing :).

I've just been working 80-96 hour weeks.  On one hand, YAY yarn money.  On the other hand, WAAAA no sleeeep.  I find that I'm not young enough to pull these hours for more than 10 days at a time. 

I also find that I cannot pull these hours sans knitting and keep my sense of humor.  Knitting makes me a better person.  A better, calmer, more sane person.  Last week, no knitting, lots of yelling.  This week, some knitting, zero yelling.  My coworkers have noticed a difference, but haven't put it together that it's the knitting that keeps me sane.

I have a secret not so secret that I'm working on.  It's a class, an actual knitting class (rather than a technical class which requires more swearing and less alpaca).  I'm not quite ready for more details, given the last time that I was joyous about having time... well, yeah.... but I'm really excited about the possibilities and about the possibility of sharing my  joy and passion with more people. 

I still have posts I want to write, but I best look busy before something work-related comes to hoist me by my own petard. 

Hopefully will write again soon, but until then Happy Knitting Adventures!

THE untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

--Walt Whitman

RIP RC

if I can't say anything nice

So I have been pretty much barricaded in my house, cleaning up technical nightmares generated by one of my coworkers.  Without getting too much into it, I'm sad to find out that I'm the only one capable of doing what I do.  I've been working overtime like crazy, and I don't want it.  I'd rather be able to sleep at night, and get my dishes done on occasion.

But I digress. 

I have stayed away from the blog on the few occasions I've had a few minutes because I've been so tired and feeling so emotionally ugly about the entire situation that I was afraid it would all spill out on the page.  The things we say when we're over-burdened, tired, and mad are not necessarily the things I'd want to represent me.  After all, I'm not always in that kind of state.

This week, I'm hoping to pick up the pieces where I left off.  Kind of a keep calm and cast on to steal a phrase.  I've been sadly low-knit for almost a month and I've got a real yearning to spend quality time with sticks and string.

I just didn't want folks to think I'm pushing up daisies or anything.  I have a couple of planned posts that I want to get to, and a couple of thank yous that really need to be shared.  But I'm going to wait until I've had a full night of sleep, I think.

Happy Knitting,
Weary Knitter