It’s a dreary day out there

Rain came back yesterday with Flash Flood warnings, and apparently we’re supposed to get hit with more rain as the week continues. The heavy rain yesterday and constant drizzle today reminded us that, when the rain hits the right way, part of our roof leaks. It’s strange as hell, but something that we’re kind of used to. It’s not a massive leak, more like “why is the floor damp?” It’s like going into the basement and realizing there is a thin layer of water on the floor from where the rain’s come in from up under the door leading to the back yard. But, this is an “old house” (first part built somewhere between 1900 and 1930, last addition to the house was plopped on about…2002? It was a few years before we moved in)

Jamie’s determined to make today an Art Day, which I am all for, so he’s been sketching out a few things in between doing some basic cleaning (and making food). I like his sketches, they’re fun.

I spent a few minutes trying to straighten out SuperSekritProject in hopes of getting a decent photo of it and re-measured it. On the loom, it had measured approximately 42×60, but having it on the bed, it measured approximately 50×30. I’m going to stick with the original approximation because, while it’s off the loom, it’s not blocked. I don’t have an area where I can block a yarn project (I also don’t have materials to block a yarn project), and it’s been rolling up onto itself. I figure I can give it to the unsuspecting recipient and they can do what the want with it. Tie a ribbon around it and be done. I got a few photos of it, so that’s fine with me.

I’m washing the last of the fabric that needs to be washed. I should’ve done it months ago, but…yeah. It didn’t happen. But I’m glad I did it today because apparently the bottom bolt soaked up a lot of rain water and that needed to be taken care of before mold set in. Now I just need to figure out where I’m going to put the last 4 pieces. Jamie wants it all to go into totes (we don’t have enough) and I’m just like “Ok” and work around it.

I started on a new shawl with a skein of yarn Jamie found for like a dollar. I wasn’t sure about it at first (because it’s this pink to blue kind of yarn and the skein makes it look kinda weird), but now that I’ve gone through 3 different colours, it’s looking pretty cool and I’m pleased with it.

Writing has…devolved into me just making random notes to myself. I did add a sentence onto one story before going “stuff happens here,” writing another sentence, and then writing “blah blah blah, fancy journalism here.” before giving up and going back to the documentary I was listening to/watching. Hey, it happens. I’ll see if the next time I go look at it, this will help me move on instead of dwelling on what to put down and then that way I can continue writing. I go from point A to point B, I don’t go point A to point C to point B. It’s hard for me, but maybe this whole “insert ____ here” will help.

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It’s cold and miserable

The weather outside, while grey and dank, has been quite enjoyable for me today. The driveway is flooded and part of the bus route is flooded/closed. Half our street is closed as well and, while I did mark off work due to “natural disaster,” I’m fairly certain that some of it has gone down a tad since I marked off. If anyone has an issue with it, I can always say that I repeat myself fairly consistently starting around now: we live in a bowl. You have to go uphill to get in or out of our neighborhood. If one part floods, the other part is probably closed. If one part floods, chances are the other part has flooded. Yes, we do live in a part of the neighborhood where flood insurance isn’t needed, but I also ride the bus to work and I am not trotting my tiny little ass two miles in the opposite direction in hopes of catching the bus and hoping that downtown hasn’t flooded out again.

Anywho.

I am a cold turtle, so I made chili. Being a somewhat lazy turtle, it’s a vegetarian style chili. And I have more beans, lentils, and rice than I have meat so vegetarian it is. It’s pretty tasty, so here’s to hoping the cats don’t stick their paws in it later on.

So!

SuperSekritProject is nearing completion, which is good because my deadline of “October” is nearing and, while working on the project, I’ve realized a handful of things:

+ I need another cloth measuring tape. I’d say I need a new one, but I’m sure mine is around here somewhere and I haven’t seen it in months. It’s useful.
+ I have lost track of what side is supposed to be 60″ long so many times
+ 6 rows = 1 inch has somehow turned into “I think 5 rows is an inch now, when did that happen?”
+ I need to get those little hooky things, not row counters, but those little plastic almost safety-pin things for knitting so I can keep track of things, like every 12″ I’ve completed because, for this project, that shit would be useful
+ measuring things via a pair of busted ear buds and using a knitting needle to figure out footage is weird

During this project I have had two people come to me for other people and say they want something made. I have seen the two people that have approached the other two people and neither one of them has made any attempts to talk with me about having an item made. One of these people made the comment about how I don’t need to go out and get more yarn for SuperSekritProject because I “already had some” and I wonder if they’re colourblind. The other one hasn’t even made an attempt to even talk with the person who approached me about their wants since it was first brought up. I’ve come to the conclusion that these two people didn’t really want me to make them anything, they just wanted to know what I would say.

So, fuck it. I’ll continue making what I want to make and go from there.

Jamie and I went to Michaels this past weekend and it was…freakishly busy. Like I’m talking “a bunch of people realized that slime was on sale and Christmas stuff just rolled in” busy. It was really unnerving.

Jamie and I lost each other about 12 times. He got distracted by woodworking stuff, I got distracted by yarn sales. He picked out some fun ribbon and I somehow calmed a kid down by talking about how awesome the rat statue thing was (the kid saw it and freaked, I picked it up and squeed about how cute it was and then realized a kid was nearby freaking out over the faux rat). He got some carving blocks and I got more yarn to add to the hoard.

We also hit up Lowes, where Jamie bought more wood and I made  mental note of where to get brown paper in rolls for patterns (I miss my giant rolls of paper, but they’d be gone by now anyway)

As for writing, I’m jotting down a few things for a couple different ideas. I’m not going at it as I should, because I want to finish some stuff, but it’s mainly because I’m trying to lay off the horror for a bit that’s caused an uptick in nightmares and excessive paranoia. So, laying off listening and reading much horror as well. Hopefully that’ll bring me back around to my normal self.

gearing up for the holidays

That’s a bit scary, innit? Gearing up for something that happens a few months in advance because I’ve worked in retail long enough to be like “…we got our first pallet of something with the word “Christmas” on it on Saturday. Motherfucker.” and a resigned sigh followed by a shaking of the head.  But, I work in an industry that focuses one season ahead and bases all their plans around the largest American holiday (Christmas).

This is also that time of year where everyone either gets the flu or a headcold and everyone is snotty, sneezy, dizzy, etc and it just flows along work because we work in a germ factory (especially when people don’t wash their hands after going to the restroom. ew)

Jamie’s already gotten the paperwork for how many turkeys he should be expecting in the next couple of weeks, clearly labeled for each week that they’re coming in. I’m highly entertained and warning his people “Y’all have fun with that!”  because, man, for real, I had no idea how obsessive people become over freaken turkeys. But, this also means I’m going to have some very angry customers when I tell them “sorry, we’re not allowed to cut your pre-cooked, pre-packaged, non-boned turkey/ham” because apparently that’s a thing now. I think it’s bullshit and I’ll still do it because, if someone gets mad at me, I can always point out the whole “Our priority is to make customers happy. I am not going to deny some of my customers just because you think it takes away from us. It makes them happy, it makes them grateful, and 9 times out of 10, they come back and buy stuff from us.”

I was planning on updating more, but Jamie is now awake enough to snot and snort and get his shoes on, so we’re off to the store in hopes of beating the morning traffic and the people who do panic-shopping

Phone update

Small phone update!

Because I have no idea what day it is, barely register what month it is, and am floating somewhere in a weird fugue mindstate

. I am going to miss my self imposed deadline of a Halloween story for Halloween, and I’m ok with this. I’m at a part where I need to write “stuff happens here” and continue with the vague idea of what happens next so I can finish the draft

. I have started working on bits for two separate short stories and have written down the base idea for a third thanks to a really stupid tweet I saw. I feel kind of dumb for not thinking of one of the other ideas before, but I guess it was one of those “you see X thing, keep it in the back of your head for later, and it’ll pop up when it needs” kind of things.

Working on that idea reminds me that I need to work on two /other/ ideas I have laying about somewhere, which /then/ reminds me that I have a notebook somewhere in the house that has “Pig Dreams” and id really like to finish that at some point (because: that’s Mickie and Jeff’s house I’m using, like how I remember it from childhood. Before their haphazard blackberry bushes kind of…took over half the back yard. And before the pool Dad helped put in turned into the tadpole pond)

It’s a weird cycle to be in.

. I am working my way through SuperSekritProject. I have anywhere between 22 and 28 inches left to do and then /I’m done./ and I can go and do a different project and why am I doing this? Besides: this coworker is great and I have a lot of yarn (although I did go out and buy this yarn specifically for this idea when Jamie got the cat stickers for his badge)

My self imposed goal of “I dunno, October” is a few short weeks away and I’d like to get it done soon. So we can give this to them so they can wash it because my house is…not newborn friendly (cats and dogs and Mander hair, oh my)

The plus side is, the coworker has seen me working on it and hasn’t noticed it’s for them yet 😆 but at least they know that I’m usually making /something/ so there’s that.

. I got messaged a screen shot of how much rain they’re expecting us to get and I’m like “????” How are we projected to get “24+” inches of rain when North Carolina is projected to get less than us? Granted they’ll probably get all the wind.

. I told Cheese (coworker) the other day that I talk about people online at work but give them nicknames. He asked for his and I told him, his response was “how original” and I’m like “dude I thought of Phil Coulson.” And he didn’t believe me. We spent time trying to figure out what we should call Eyegor (other coworker). He said Hunchback, I said Punk. Jamie suggested Eyegor because it’s funny and we like /Young Frankenstein/

. Back to knitting and listening to audiobooks. I hope to do more updates soon

what’s going on

Life update! (omg I’m so tired. can I like sleep for two days or something?)

Dad finally got released from the hospital day before yesterday (woo!) and Jamie and I got them from their house to take them grocery shopping. My mom hasn’t driven in years (safety reasons due to her disability) and dad was her transportation. Until he can drive again (he’s a stubborn asshole, he’ll be driving again by Christmas), it’ll be an amalgamation of Jamie, aunts, and an uncle driving them to where they need to go (grocery store, bank, doctor appointments).

We got to the store, where dad decided that he was Getting Out of the Car, and Jamie made sure they had front-door service.

A brief rundown:
+ Dad immediately hit the door to get into the store. Twice.
+ He almost hit another person riding in one of the rider carts
+ He ignored the frozen section (which we had to go back to later on) because he wanted coffee
+ He spent 20 minutes slowly making his way to the coffee cakes, missing the aisle twice despite directions, and talking about how he had to have his coffee cake. He was disappointed it was Hostess and not Little Debbie, but said it was good enough
+ He hit mom’s rider cart 3 times
+ He almost plowed over one of my regular’s little girl. I apologized in advance, but she thought it was kind of hilarious and was ok with it (because you can tell my dad has something wrong with him)
+ He hit 3 people
+ He ran into multiple displays
+ He tried to take out one of my coworkers at the knees
+ He disappeared on me when I went to get a new rider cart cuz his died
+ I spent more time chasing him around than I did helping them get groceries. Jamie was with mom, who found the whole thing hilarious
+ Instead of staying in the rider cart when we were checking out, he parked it who knows where and stood at an empty register and tried to argue about walking out the door
+ Jamie brought the car back to the entrance and dad slammed right into the car in the rider cart mom was using because she and I told him to get his ass in that seat.

The weirder part:

This is the first time in 15 years that my dad has said more than a sentence to me. My family holds stupid grudges, and he’s the worst about it.

This is the first time in about 14 or 15 years that my dad has said anything to Jamie that wasn’t a threat against him. (besides the time about 5 years ago when he straight up ignored me and asked Jamie if he wanted a sewing table [sewing machine built into a desk] because he wanted it out of the house)

Jamie and I figure that it’s because he’d been cooped up in a hospital for 2 and a half months and hadn’t really been able to interact with many people. We guess that when he gets better and is able to talk to people he usually talks to then he’ll go back to ignoring us.

Anyway

We finally got out of the store, brought them back home and brought in their groceries. I helped mom get them out of the bags and dad almost tripped over the case of water we got. I made a comment along the lines of “that’s just what we need, for you to trip and die.”

Dad said that was fine and I told him I wasn’t ready to roll his ass under the porch just yet and he responded with something and all I heard was the word “prison.” This is because I am losing my hearing and dad’s loud voice is about as low-volume as mine is now.

It was a tiring, mortifying, hilarious excursion and now I feel like I need a desk calander or something to set up on the wall at the desk so I can make notes of doctors appointments and whatnot for them so we can figure out if we can take them or if my uncle Mike needs to take them.

Dad told me that the medical staff who worked with him told them that they’d never seen someone recover so fast from a massive stroke like he did and I told him “That’s because you’re stubborn.”

He went “Ya damn right.”

He’s a stubborn asshole and he knows it. He’ll be back to almost normal by Christmas.

~*~

Other than that!

We have Upper Management coming to work on Sunday (to tell us everything that is wrong with our store because we are the worst store in the district because most of the employees don’t give a shit). So everyone’s been freaking out and doing extra cleaning and I’m of two minds. One is: some of this stuff should’ve been beaten into everyone’s heads anyway (pick up stuff on the floor if you see it, don’t assume someone else will come back and get it) The second is: maybe now the department will stay clean like it’s supposed to.

I try to keep the department clean. I know I’m a walking disaster, but I try to clean my shit up. But, the dm is like “by the time we’re done, you’ll be able to eat off the floor.” She is damned and determined to get that place as perfect as possible.

I had a customer last night who had a bunch of yarn in her buggie, so I asked what she was going to be making with it. She told me we had a bunch of yarn on sale and we gabbed about yarn for a few minutes before she wandered off and I immediately texted Jamie about it. 10 minutes later, I didn’t know he’d come back to work, he’s rolling up with 3 bags of yarn.

I love my bear. He knows me so well.

Speaking of yarn:

I am working on SuperSekritProject, which Manager Happy saw me working on and he thought it was super cool. He asked me to make him one as well and, y’know, maybe I will. I still gotta make one of the overnight guys a beanie (if he’ll ever tell me what colour he wants. It’s been forever and he still only asks me if I’ll make him a hat. I told him to tell me what colour he wants and it’s not a problem because he’s a great guy and…I have a ton of yarn). I’ve got…approximately…32 inches left on it? I’ll have to measure and see. I’m really not sure. And, I’ve got just over a month to finish it (omg)

MJ asked me if I could make a shawl for someone if they provided the yarn. Yeah, sure, whatever. Might be a little bit though cuz I’m working on SuperSekritProject and she asked for photos of the shawls I’ve made to give an idea of sizing. If I could find my fabric measuring tape, I’d measure one of the shawls I’ve got up here to let her know, but I went to my IG account and screenshotted some of the pics I’d posted up there and sent them to her as a “maybe these will help” kinda thing. Haven’t really heard back yet and I’m cool with that.

Writing has come to a pseudo halt. Mainly because I’m tired and doing other things instead of sitting my butt down and actually writing (this is why I’m not a professional). I was listening to last week’s NoSleep episode and one of their stories made me think of an idea and I’m like Noooo stop. Stop Brain. We have so many other stories to work on, stop being all “Ooooo Shiny” when a new idea pops up.

So I wrote like half a page of notes in the notebook I’m using for my Halloween story that I need to finish. It’s mixed in with an idea that keeps poking me and telling me it’s a YA setting and I’m like “really. I know you like YA stories and stuff, but why are you wanting to make a YA story?” But, whatever I guess. I’ll see what comes out and hopefully it’ll be a finished product.

Jamie went to Harbor Freight yesterday looking for pet-safe ant killer (it’s been a few years since we’ve had ants all in the kitchen and guess what we woke up to a few days ago? Ants everywhere). He said they’d used it when Poedog was little and it was overwhelmingly peppermint.

He didn’t find it, but he did come home with a machete.

preparing for madness of somekind

Have I been writing? Uh…does a handful of sentences and an idea jotted down haphazardly count? Because that’s been the extent of writing unless you count twitter/tumblr.

Have I been knitting? Yes! I finished the SuperFoofy Halloweeny shawl thing and now I’m onto SuperSekritProject because it needs to be done before the month of October. I’ve got 37.5 inches left and I hope like hell I’ve got enough yarn.

I did buy some weird buttons in hopes of using them as a form of tie for some of the shawls. I have an idea of what to do, especially because the Halloweeny one doesn’t like to stay on your shoulders and I need some sort of clasp/holder for it, but I’m not sure how it’s going to work out. I ran across a few 2-packs of buttons for like $1 a packet and they just happened to be the kind I’d been thinking about getting.

I also realize that I should probably go in search of all the shawls I’ve made so far and get photos of them, and make Jamie be my model for them so I can take photos that don’t involve the giant sloth stuffed animal I have.

In life:

I got an update from my mom about dad. His stint in the rehab facility has been extended, again, until the 23rd. The first extension was because he’d come down with a mild case of pneumonia and had to be transported back to the hospital so they could treat him. But, he’s doing much better, talking better, and they’re even allowing him to “watch” television for a couple hours throughout the day. He can’t play his DS because he can’t see the screen, thinks fidget spinners are the dumbest thing ever, and his walking is improving.

He and mom are ready to go home. It’s been 2 months and she thinks she can get him into their house without us building a ramp for them. Dad doesn’t want to come stay with us, he’s ready to go home, and Mom swears she’s gained weight while staying up at her mom’s house (because my uncle has been driving her everywhere she needs to go while Jamie and I work all the freaken time) because it’s summer and she’s a huge salad eater during the summer and my grandma is a very Country Southern woman who believes in full meals at dinner and insists that you should take an extra helping, especially if cornbread is involved.

At work:

We’re a few short weeks away from Christmas setup. Jamie just got some new stuff for his department so he’s having to figure out what’s going on with that while dealing with people who steal his equipment or don’t actually do the job. After the inital setup for Christmas, we’re just a few short weeks away from the thousands of pounds of ham and turkey coming in. Hopefully this year no one will drop a pallet of turkeys. But, it’ll probably happen.

After watching the truck driver almost get crushed by a pallet that the warehouse set up wrong, it wouldn’t surprise me if we get a few fucked up pallets of turkeys. (I watched as a manager, the truck driver, and a department manager attempted to bring out a pallet that had another pallet set up on top of it. The bottom pallet was water, the top pallet looked like mostly canned goods. The top pallet was not wrapped correctly and you could tell that whomever put the pallet in the truck just set the pallet ontop of the water pallet and didn’t give a shit. I asked why they didn’t get the top pallet off first, because they couldn’t get them off the truck how it was already, and was ignored, so I got to watch while the top pallet almost came off, thus driver almost getting crushed. they were blocking an area I needed to walk through so it was kind of hard to not stand around and watch. they finally went and got the top pallet off)

I work with weird people.

Oh! So!

I am excited though. I have 3 blankets left and 2.5 bolts of fabric left to wash and then I’m down to just the normal dog/human laundry (well, human laundry and towels). But this is awesome! I’ve been slowly working my way through the mound of laundry all summer (ah the joys of getting sick and working too much). I had no idea we had this many blankets. I have stuffed a tote with blankets, I have stuffed my fabric-mesh laundry tote with blankets. I have 3 blankets left (well, one duvet and two blankets, but still).

I can see most of my basement floor again. I have also found the giant extension cord that I had no idea was down there, but will be useful because I need to work on cleaning up around my poor, mostly dead roses (it’s been a hell of a summer y’all)

Speaking of which, laundry should be done in the washer (and then I can shove 2 of the blankets in the washer!) and I need to get my butt outside before it gets too nasty out (already 80% or higher in humidity, yesterday was like 90% at like 6am).

Honestly, all I really want to do is curl up and work on knitting or listening to stuff. or go back to sleep.

I am a tired turtle

I may not make much sense in the post, so I’ll do my usual “+” thing in hopes of keeping things at least somewhat coherent.

I am a tired turtle, y’all.

+ With our New Program at work, things have been insane. There’s not enough people for the jobs that they want done, things aren’t getting done, and despite the fact that it’s been almost a week since I said “we have to change the oil,” it still hasn’t been done and our $80 order yesterday called to complain about it.

+ Our mark-outs have been crazy. I had to mark out 5 cases of merch yesterday that went out and the day before that Jamie had to mark out at least a buggie-full of merch that went out of date.

+ Our freight didn’t get done yesterday and it probably won’t get done today either. I don’t care. I can’t do everything. I am one tiny person. And while, yes, I can easily fling approximately 200lbs of chicken in various boxes, I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the only one who does.

Freight is practically done by Ajax and myself and Ajax isn’t responsible for our freight anymore (his duties got changed).

+ Yesterday, the first round of rotisserie chickens got put in about 9.30ish. Ok, we’re half an hour late, but that’s ok. We can work it. Rotisseries are usually done (cooked, temped, boxed, and timed) about an hour and a half later. Rotisseries should’ve been done by 11.

The timer goes off and Coworker tells me that it still has two minutes left. Ok, whatever. I’m helping a customer while they’re complaining about having to “fix [your] hot case” because everything I cooked is already gone.

Other coworker goes to grab some asprin while I cut tomatoes/onions for an order for them and our ASM (who is super stressed because this new program is bonkers) says our hot case up front is empty and people are wanting stuff. I tell him I’ll call him as soon as new chickens are done and after he leaves, I look over to find that the chickens are all sitting there. On the table. Boxed and ready to go but without being tagged/timed. I tag-em and put the majority on a cart, leave one of each for the hot case back here, and call him to say they’re ready.

It’s 11.45.

Coworker who grabbed asprin is back, I shove the chickens into our hot case, and tell them that I don’t care that these chickens just came out, I’m going to get our 12pm chickens. When the ASM showed up to grab chickens, I told him the same thing and he was fine with it. I stuffed that rotisserie full because we had so many customers.

12pm chickens were put in and the doors were shut by 12.05. I came back from lunch about 2.20 and they were just pulling chickens out of the rotisserie.

I know it’s busy. We’ve worked hard to get busy. We’ve worked hard to get customers to come back. But why are the chickens sitting in the rotisserie for an extra hour?!

I told Coworker Derp about it while I was getting the last cook (at almost 4pm–an hour late) and he was like “Dude, they tried to get me to help them clean and they didn’t have the rotisserie done and it was already 9pm!”

+ I worked a 10-hour day the day before because it was super busy and we have to do cold orders the day before. I spent 2.5 hours trying to do the same order because it got busy and Coworker decided to up and disappear, leaving Coworker Timid and New Guy by themselves. Timid gets overwhelmed easily, New Guy’s first day was that day. Coworker left them and they were slammed.

By the time 10am rolled around yesterday, I was tired and getting grumpy to the point where the coworker who went for an asprin asked if I was mad at them. Nope, just tired and frustrated.

+ We’re sort of pet sitting for a friend of ours while they go on vacation. We don’t have to worry about the snakes, as they got fed, the lizard died of the ripe old age of 8 before they left, the prairie dogs are good and all we have to do is keep an eye on their water/Timothy Hay and give scritches (and keep an eye out for the older one because she’s calmed down to the point of being “an old fart” who only wants to sleep). Chicken Little decided to come out of hiding (large black hen) and demand tribute while it was raining but Winner Winner (the large fancy hen) is still like “NOPE” and has been hiding somewhere on the property.

Mylie the senior dog has been flopping on the floor and making snarf noises, Kimber decided that, because it’s pouring down rain today, this is the best time to plow into us and Dobby (the chihuahua) and get wet-dog all over everything. Dobby the chihuahua is excited to see us but also kind of still confused when we give him pets. At least he isn’t terrified of us like he used to be (he used to be terrified of everyone)

+ I won a Fraggle from the claw machine a few days ago! I am excited. I love Fraggles!

+ I told Ajax that I want a new name badge that just says “CMOT” and he was like wtf and I explained: We now sell sausages inna bun and soon we’ll be selling sausages onna stick. I am Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler.

I don’t think he got it, but he laughed a bit.

+ Never name your Little Orange Kitten Carrot Ironfoundersson because that little shit will BE Carrot Ironfoundersson. He lives up to his name (except he’s still a little orange cat). Thank gods I didn’t name him Sam Vimes because who knows what would happen if I had because this little shit was missing for TWO DAYS before I found him (he was under the porch/in the backyard. I found him covered in cobwebs, dirt, and dust)

Jamie says he’s that cat from the song “The Cat Came Back.” And it’s true.

+ I wasn’t going to update the blog because I type too loud and Jamie’s dead asleep. But, fuck it, Jamie’s been asleep for a few hours so he can deal.

+ I can’t remember if I’ve worked on any writing the past few days besides jotting down a few story ideas

I realize that if anyone were to look through my notes app, they’d either be confused or concerned because it goes from “This bus smells like mold” to “‘Rose Tattoo’ by Dropkick Murphys makes me think of Phlint” to a rambling message to myself about alien invasions and how we’re all going to die by new soap dispensers.

+ I’m working on trying to finish this shawl/scarf (I say shawl/scarf because I don’t know how large it’s going to be once it’s finished) so I can use my loom to work on the baby blanket that Jamie wants me to make for a coworker of ours. He’s good people so it’ll be fun to make.

I used up the first skein earlier today and just started on the second. What’s taking so long is the fact that it’s such thick yarn, it kills my hands after like one or two rows and I can’t just plow through 10 rows without notice like normal. But, I’ve got like 80ish rows left and then I’ll be done. Hopefully I’ll have enough yarn to finish it!

+ My headphones finally died so I can’t listen to anything. The latest episode of NoSleep is half-finished and there’s new con panels that SilverGatomon posted and new podcast episodes I haven’t listened to.

+ And now it’s time to quit. My hands hurt, my head hurts from sinuses and the rain we’ve been having, my back hurts (probably have a rib out of place again), Uggs has trapped one arm so it’s hard to type.

It’s too dark in here to knit anymore and I’ll probably just lay in bed and attempt to work my way through “The Light at the End,” which I have found is not “an ancient evil has come back” kind of book like the blurb implied but a weird vampire novel and it was intriguing for the most part, but now I’m on chapter 17 or 18, and I’m starting to hate the vampire (because he’s a pompous shit).