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!