So much to say, so little time
I don't know how other people do it, but I seem to lack the time to blog about stuff. Perhaps it's that I know David will blog anyway, so I'm free from the demands of blogging. Maybe it's that I seldom feel really inspired to blog at the moment, so I never try to make the time.
As usual, lots has happened since my last post. Important stuff like Michael Crichton dying, Barack Obama being elected as US president, the National Party winning the NZ election, and some dozy bird who is apparently Minister of Health (or equivalent) ditching the cervical cancer regime in Ireland. Boo, yay, and a huge boo x2.
On a more personal level, I've been having a rough time recently. Two of my close work friends have moved away in the past few months, and I'm having a hard time with it. I've barely seen my not-work friends due to all kinds of busy-ness (theirs and mine). And while I am not homesick, I miss the undeniable comfort of spending time with good friends who have known you for a long time.
Meanwhile, time marches relentlessly on. We've spent it fairly pleasantly with some travel (Amsterdam, Edinburgh this past weekend, and a trip to Frankfurt the weekend after next), as we simultaneously prepare for our 5-week-long "Let's avoid January in Ireland" trip.
I've knit. Some of it has gone spectacularly poorly, like the 5-times-cast-on sweater in a fabulous dark green alpaca. (The fifth attempt is still on the needles, but I've decided to give it some space.) Some of it is more satisfying, like the tunic I'm converting (successfully, one hopes) to a long top in some lovely Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran. It only required some simple maths, and the serenity that results from churning out acres of stocking stitch on fairly fat needes with a soft, beautiful coloured yarn, is really astounding. Meditation has nothing on a nice hour or so of knitting.
The nasty flu-related lurgy that's been making the rounds has finally caught up with me. (Thanks so much, sick colleagues who refuse to STAY AT HOME WHEN UNWELL!) Given the upcoming travel plans and a challenging work schedule, I don't plan to be unwell enough to take any sick leave, but I see a day or two of working from home in my future. (Yes, working from home to minimise the spread of NASTY GERMS. It's what responsible people do!) If you get really lucky, I might get really sick, and be unable to work, and perhaps even knit, and I just might blog more.
But don't count on it!
As usual, lots has happened since my last post. Important stuff like Michael Crichton dying, Barack Obama being elected as US president, the National Party winning the NZ election, and some dozy bird who is apparently Minister of Health (or equivalent) ditching the cervical cancer regime in Ireland. Boo, yay, and a huge boo x2.
On a more personal level, I've been having a rough time recently. Two of my close work friends have moved away in the past few months, and I'm having a hard time with it. I've barely seen my not-work friends due to all kinds of busy-ness (theirs and mine). And while I am not homesick, I miss the undeniable comfort of spending time with good friends who have known you for a long time.
Meanwhile, time marches relentlessly on. We've spent it fairly pleasantly with some travel (Amsterdam, Edinburgh this past weekend, and a trip to Frankfurt the weekend after next), as we simultaneously prepare for our 5-week-long "Let's avoid January in Ireland" trip.
I've knit. Some of it has gone spectacularly poorly, like the 5-times-cast-on sweater in a fabulous dark green alpaca. (The fifth attempt is still on the needles, but I've decided to give it some space.) Some of it is more satisfying, like the tunic I'm converting (successfully, one hopes) to a long top in some lovely Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran. It only required some simple maths, and the serenity that results from churning out acres of stocking stitch on fairly fat needes with a soft, beautiful coloured yarn, is really astounding. Meditation has nothing on a nice hour or so of knitting.
The nasty flu-related lurgy that's been making the rounds has finally caught up with me. (Thanks so much, sick colleagues who refuse to STAY AT HOME WHEN UNWELL!) Given the upcoming travel plans and a challenging work schedule, I don't plan to be unwell enough to take any sick leave, but I see a day or two of working from home in my future. (Yes, working from home to minimise the spread of NASTY GERMS. It's what responsible people do!) If you get really lucky, I might get really sick, and be unable to work, and perhaps even knit, and I just might blog more.
But don't count on it!
I hate it when people come into work when sick, so much so that I threatened to call in healthy one day, due to the sickness around me. So stay home and put the feet up!