And a blurfy Tuesday to everybody. I’m here, kinda. I’m ready to just crawl back into bed, though, looking at the pile of work that has been descending on me today – a rush this afternoon, a Hill rush tomorrow, and a whole pile of other stuff due, respectively, today and Thursday. I really need to come up with a better response to whole piles of work, since crawling back in bed is probably the least satisfactory in terms of getting it done. But it’s still the most pleasant response!
Yay on the raise, Rebo! And I hope the doc finds out what gives with the elevated BP.
Here’s hoping you don’t end up needing all that puking practice this time around, Lili. They say no two pregnancies are alike, and in your case I really hope that’s true! Mine certainly were different. Of course, so are my kids, so that makes sense. I think.
Cute sweater pattern, gt! The top looks like it’s worked an awful lot like the February Lady Sweater, an adult adaptation of a classic Elizabeth Zimmerman baby sweater that I, like about every second knitter out there, have on the needles right now. I actually made it partway down the yoke, and realized that, as warned, it runs waaay big and it was going to be big enough to fit three of me if I continued, so I tore it out and only have a few rows restarted now. And I’ve had to put it aside temporarily for the test-knitting sock (which I will post a photo of as soon as I finish it – I’m about 2 inches from the toe decreases, so I’m making progress), the hats for the charity (thanks for helping, Moooom, and another MMP lurker who I won’t out but you know who you are!), and the graduation scarves for my nieces. One of which currently has 8 rows done and the other of which is still a ball of yarn filled with promise but no knitting, alas…anyway, as usual, I’m over-scheduled. And with all this knitting I need to do? I don’t have time because of all this stupid work! Why do we have to earn a living, anyway? Why can’t we all just win the lottery and be done with it?
I know there was something else exciting (not) I was going to share, but it’s decided to talk a walk from my brain, so I’d better get back to work. Since I’ve got lots and lots and lots, alas. Envy me my exciting life. 