This is where I have been spending my time. At my desk. In my windowless cell of an office that is also the break room, a storage room, and the route to the bathroom. Here I went and got some Nice back, and I haven’t had much chance to use it, because I have been ordering books like a madwoman. All week long. Even on my day off. Well, part of my day off, a few hours, but still (I did manage to keep a much-needed haircut appointment, which improved my mood considerably). When I’m not in the office I’m in the store, trying to remember what I came out of the office for. I shelve the books I ordered (foolish woman, don’t I know how all these books got here?). I go home, wait for my brain to thaw and my feet to stop hurting, and before long it’s morning, and time to go back to work.
I’ve been trying to knit the Rockin’ Sock Club Hippy Crunchy socks, but I seem to keep misplacing the yarnovers (there are a lot of them). I had to stop, count, squeeze them in, and then rip out the row anyway because I still couldn’t get it right. Then, having conquered the yo’s, I breezed through the heel, only to pop a bunch of stitches right off the end of the needle. I was too tired to reconstruct the shaping, so I ripped out the heel, too.
When I find Jane again, sometime tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to make plans to enjoy my Sunday off like it’s a seven days instead of just one. I’m going to sleep late, eat fresh blueberries, knit something, and think about anything but carton quantities and on-sale dates.
So I’ll be back on Sunday, and I’ll let you know how the one-day vacation thing and the sock are going.