Oh man.
I owe you an email. I owe you a letter. And a phonecall. I’m sorry! It’s been crazy. I’ve been a little crabby this week because of work. Micci is gone and there’s only one me on this project, so I’m without my favorite work-chica and it’s one crisis lurking inside another like one of those Russian nesting dolls, only the big doll is the size of a bus. So yeah. Today was much better, though, and I just woke up to realize it’s Thursday, and you may not know what that means, but I do. I won’t be wanting to go to work tomorrow at all, and that 8am meeting could well kill me. Especially considering it’s supposed to be -5 and el Chico is being a major asshole about it. Being not a hat person, I knit myself this headwrap thing from one of the Stitch n Bitch books. I was proud of myself for adapting it in such a way that it tapers in and doesn’t cover the bottom part of my ears, because it bugs me to have something touching the tragus rings and the big rings in my earlobes. Yes, I do indeed adapt my knitting to accommodate piercings*. Anyway! It’s black and I’m putting Koigu flowers on it, but I haven’t finished the flowers yet. So I wore it as is, and I spent a good portion of the day wondering, ‘does this make me look like a cancer patient? Cute? Cancer? Cute? Cancer?’ I have decided on ‘cute’, because nobody looked at me in a sympathetic way, and the new guy at the coffeeshop (over lunch; Gigi’s seems to have a very strict no-boy policy) gave me free coffee. Yay for the cute headwrap. It saved me two bucks. Along with the cute/cancer debate, another ponderance today was whether they give awards in bodybuilding competitions just for one group of muscles, or if it has to be a package deal. Because I would totally enter my triceps. They’re awesome. I arrived at them totally as a byproduct of something else, but once I discovered that, I’ve been running with it. The rest of the body gets the short end of the take-it-or-leave it deal, but you know. You work with what you have. Last night I was crazily baking again! I can’t eat this stuff, but something tells me somebody will. I love it. On that note, I have to go do about a million things now. Just FYI, I will likely be somewhat preoccupied for the next week or so, and may be out of touch. But I will try to keep you apprised of my comings-and-goings, muchachos mios. No pun intended. Jenni * No, really, you should see my sweaters.