Coping

It's been a hell of a week, and I'm wiped out. Deaths, illnesses, and two car accidents (neither of them mine, and one involving a hearse (!)) have spread the suckitude fairly evenly across seven long days. There are only five more hours left in this week, but I'm still waiting for the other shoe- or shoes- to drop. A house fire would round out the week perfectly.

The universe doesn't really work like that, though. Does it?

I think I've coped with this week fairly well. I've cooked and eaten real food. I've planned meals and shopped using actual grocery lists. I have made and consumed vast quantities of tea. I've gotten out of the house, worked full days, and interacted with other people. And today, I even made a dent in the swamp of yarny chaos unleashed by my Herbology homework.

So why do I feel like something else rotten must surely be coming my way? A moth infestation? An accidental felting? A fatal stabbing with a sock needle? An early death brought on by the anxiety of trying to outguess fate?

Small things

First of all, I need to state that the contributor to Cast On #63, the one with my name, is not me. It's the curse of having a common name. I also have a crappy series of Christian women's fiction named after me.

I had a really great day at work today. The TA in the room told me that I was the best sub they've had all year, which made me feel just wonderful. Add to that the return of the MCY trolls, and I've been in a fabulous mood today.

I have knit like the wind this week, but I can't show you pictures, because so much of it is gift knitting. Once the gifts are distributed, though, the piccies will appear, so have patience (or brace yourself, depending on your blog tastes).

Now, just for a change of pace, I'm going to pull out some crochet and watch a few episodes of Jeeves and Wooster. Hugh Laurie, yummmmmmmmmmmmmm.