So this is what I have to show for four hours of work:

The Bookish T – part deux.

I charted the existing t design. Ripped and reknit 2 ROWS!! Only two freaking ass rows.

Friggin Freakin Friggin

You can see why spending that time READING A BOOK is wayyyy more enjoyable.

PS – I just looked out the window and saw two people hugging and hugging and hugging. It made my heart smile, one of those – I’m Alive! – moments.

Have you ever had one of those?

The first time I recognized that feeling for what is was – something noteworthy and important I was living in Georgia. I was with a friend of mine driving through the edge of town. While sitting at a stop light we noticed a man in a business suit balancing his way down the rail of the train track, slowly picking up his left foot, struggling to stay on the rail. He was Alive, Living life for that minute. You had to be blind not to see it. Since then, I’ve always tried to make a mental note. It’s easy to see it in kids…adults…well, they hide from joy too often.

So, on second thought, maybe I’m not so pissed about my “lost” evening. If it hadn’t rolled that way I would have missed the hugging.

I’ve started Book Five
(line of the day: “If breasts were money, Connie’d be Bill Gates.”)

The punctuation is all Janet’s.

I have a problem.

The Human Stain, Yellow Jack, The Confederacy of Dunces, Shop Girl, and Devil in the White City have all been left to languish on my night stand. It’s not that I don’t love you dear books, it’s just that I have a SERIOUS addiction here. And the knitting? Well, we won’t even discuss that.

SERIOUS

Have I mentioned my obsession with Su Doku?

The biggest news of the week – I am officially going to the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival aka. Rhinebeck. My First sheep festival. My First Road Trip with Elisa (dude, Elisa, I am so downloading the audio version of Book Seven for our trip. And yes, I will be up to that point by then (thanks for the tip Heide.) And My First time meeting all kinds of people including, these fools. I am so going to get Vicki drunk while we’re there.

Who else will I meet?

BRING ON THE SHARPIES!