I feel like I spend all weekend trying to Get Stuff Done for the coming week, only to then spend the week Trying To Catch Up. No wonder I never want to do anything on a Friday night - my one and only chance to sit back and relax for a few hours, without feeling guilty.
This is what I get for taking a crazy course load and refusing to sacrifice (all of) my sanity. (Just most of it.)
In other news, the weather has been crazy up-and-down lately, going from beautiful blue skies one day to cold, damp, and rainy but still with hints of blue another.
notice the rubber ducky? He? She? lives on the dash of my car and I have not been able to figure out if it is a
male or a female. Shirt is cut rather ... risque for a female, but those eyelashes are just not male.
I just want spring - to be able to go outside and enjoy nice weather on my lunch breaks, to walk to and from Thursday nights without risking slipping on ice, breaking a leg, and freezing to death.
That is the weather I want - picture is from something in the Philadelphia Museum of Art's collection, but hell if I can remember anything about it. (Hrm, possible final project for Museum Informatics? Upload your pictures from the museum, and the site will (hopefully) give you information about the art?)
In happier news, I have solved the problem in Print O The Wave, turned the heel in the second sock, and gotten around to ordering more yarn for Urban Aran. And started OpArt, for the same classmate/coworker as Sheldon. (The baby was born last night, 11:05pm, 7lbs, 7oz, 21". How big does the blanket need to be then?)
Hrm. I seem to be all over the place tonight, writing is uber-sloppy, AND I'm grumpy. Hello, February, how are you?