Finished this morning before everyone left for school - is that technically still yesterday?
I don't mind the speed, or lack thereof, of handwork. Really. I just realize in a big way what a series of tradeoffs the whole time management thing is. Since I started the postcards, my reading has dropped to less than a book a week, and most of those are art books, so I can leaf through them and then drop them. I used to be a book a day, give or take; not serious books but stuff that I can think about and a plot I can follow, or interesting craft books to prod me into action. I haven't watched anything - TV or movie - for months. I almost miss it, except when I sit down to watch anything it seems insanely trivial and horribly slow moving. I knit(ted) a lot last year, to the point where Aerin asked if I had given up reading just to knit (she was really mad at me about the very thought). This year, the socks are definitely a backburner, waiting room kind of deal, rather than curling up on the couch and meditating on another couple rows. The exercise thing went out the window. I am dragging more regimented
exercise back into the equation, and trying to get the sleep thing back
under control, and then I leave a postcard dangling.
Not to sound whiny or anything. I'm just nattering. Al calls it self discovery through nattering. He manages self discovery through staring off into space, a much quieter trick.
Yarn Harlot today!! She's coming to town, and I'm going to see her, along with several hundred of my closest friends and other knitters. I have to dig out Nicky Epstein (I almost wrote Knicky) and find a knitted leaf.