Quietish

Hi there. How are you? Good? Good.

I kept feeling, all day today, that I should get on here and write. About what, I didn’t really know. I clearly continue to have no clue, as I’m several sentences into this post and still haven’t alluded to a topic.

Letsee. Knitting, yes knitting. Do I have progress? Nope. Nothing to report. I have spent a couple of hours a day on that super-secret project that seems to have quit growing at some point. I did knit on Hedwig1 for a couple of hours today and I am now in the toe, now that I think of it. So yeah, I am almost done with a sock. Go me!

No, I don’t have a picture. And it’s too dark to bother with that now.

So, reading. I’ve been excited about my resolution to read more. In my minds eye, I’m reading my books so fast that the pages are flying out of their bindings. To my real eye, however, I’ve made no progress on my current read since I added it to my sidebar last week sometime. I do want to read though. Really, I do.

At the moment I feel like I’ve been too busy to get around to things I intend to and, at the same time, wholly unproductive to the naked eye.

Perhaps I have an unrealistic idea of what can be accomplished in the span of a week. I haven’t really thought that my expectations were very high, but maybe I should rethink that. I would feel pretty good if I could spend some time at least weekly:

I rarely get them all in. Even if 5 minutes of an activity were to be counted.

Anywho, I’m not really trying to complain. I’m actually pleased with most of what I’ve accomplished this week. Although I am frustrated by the stove top that is impossible to return to the bright-white I know it can be.

And I suppose I’m not a complete slacker. I did 2.5 miles last night, so I’m:

Walking through a deeply cloven track between tall trees, singing. (15.5 miles)

What on earth am I talking about? CLICK

I’m off to get a coupla more before we get recording for CraftBorg, Episode 13 tonight.