I get up at 4:30 in the morning. I know - I didn't know that there was such a time either!! I'm at the
When I do get home I'm cleaning up from the children's breakfast & snacks - I know, but leaving it just invites bugs and they don't mind working around their mess, I do. Then, after making dinner and lunches I try to get in an hour or two of knitting before hitting the sack by 9:00 to get 7-7½ hours of sleep (I think that I'm missing out on the beauty part of my sleep).
Shelley comes back on the 20th of May, (if you're reading this Shelley, rest asured that I haven't fucked anything up that I couldn't fix!) and I'll switch to PM dispatch (10-6) for a week and a half while Barb is in Germany then I should be back to being "just a driver". All kidding aside, I'm really loving my work in the office but I do miss my knitting.
Here's where I
Notice the knitting. I barely have time for such essentials like peeing and eating, I certainly don't have time to knit at work, but notice the 2 bags of knitting that I bring everyday ... just in case. In case of what I don't know, but just in case. I have my laptop so that I can keep track of my personal emails (and when I say "keep track of" I mean maybe get to read and even reply to if it's especially important) and because I really hate having 50 windows open on a computer so I use it for a couple of work applications.
There is the ever-present Tim Horton's coffee. (large, double cream, double sweetener) I have my sheep mug (a gift from Julie) and my Signature Needles. I ordered a set and the early drivers were very solicitous and humoured me when I opened the box and extolled their virtues. They are my "happy place" and they sit on my desk so that when things start to go off of the rails (figuratively & frequently) I can stroke them, revel in their colour, sleekness and perfect balance and remember that everything will be fine.
This week will go quickly because I'm really looking forward to teaching at the Frolic on Saturday, hanging out with Joan Saturday night and taking a class with Debbie New on Sunday.
Don't worry - I'm like the bad penny that keeps turning up! Or like that Weeble that wobbles but won't fall down.