Today, I have awakened to a husbandless house, accident-prone dog, and the need to sign paperwork. I think I need to knit a bit.
Tried the sleeping thing, tried the writing thing, and was only marginally successful at either. The first one involved me on the couch with Bluto. The second one involved a book review...take a gander:
I of course picked up on the fact that actress Tamara Mello was a knitter when I saw this book arrive at my doorstep, but I had no idea about Christina Hendricks. I love hearing about celebrities who knit...makes me think that the crazy-cat-lady myth does, in fact, have a chance at dying.
So while I flit between awake-ness and asleep-ness, I watch the first two seasons of Downton Abbey, loaned to me by my friend Elizabeth. I can't say I'll ever be a fanatic about it, but I SOOOO get why people jump on this series. Backstabbing! Bribes! Misallocated money! Cheating! Suicide! Yeah...I get it. The dogs are not interested, however.
Since it's close to the end of the year, I've done a fair amount of reflecting and planning, finding hope in the future and seeing what I can do to make my plans come to fruition over the next twelve months. Turns out I don't have enough spare time to get everything finished that I would want to finish...hmmph. I either have to make time or cut the list a bit...I'm going to strive for making time. I also have vowed for the 37th straight year to be more organized (that vow was SUPER-awkward those first couple of years, when I was still colicky and pooping into a diaper).
There are patterns to design, templates to create, people to interview...and like I said, paperwork. I'm closing on a property over the next couple of weeks, and the list of documents that underwriters request nowadays is a bit ridiculous. Like a lease agreement on a property I don't own yet. But whatever. Time to bust out the needles.