From the irritation overwhelming me this fine Sunday afternoon. We’ve got the sun shining brightly on the mountains of snow … which I had to drive through, because the burglar alarm at the office was tripped. (This isn’t usually my duty, but I’m filling in while the regular gal takes care of some personal stuff.) And when I arrive, I find the guy who has really been pissing me off lately. He’s sitting at his desk, with his feet up, drinking coffee as if nothing was wrong.
WHY, I want to know, do people have so little consideration? Didn’t it occur to him that *someone* might have been notified about that great big clanging noise, the one that started 60 seconds after he entered the building? Did he think that everyone had just gone to lunch, and that’s why there were no cars in the lot? What a &$*(^ing idiot.
So, on to the distraction. I finished the second sleeve on Twist last night, and seamed until I remembered that “spring forward” means an hour less sleep, not more. This morning I’ve been running errands, doing laundry, driving all the way in to work for no reason, and baking a cake. Now it’s time for finishing.
I also have made an unusually large number of yarn acquisitions in the last 48 hours. I won’t have to worry about what I’m going to knit – only what I’ll knit next. Heaven!