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Yesterday's work day didn't get any better after lunch, I just didn't post about it. Suffice it to say that it sucked, until I finally gave up around 2:30 and stopped trying to be productive.

By had as bad a day as I did--Robyn's out of town, so he lost a lot of time to taking care of the dog, checking and dealing with phone calls and mail, and getting the building ready for a wedding party to come look at it for an event in September. Albert's got a building he REALLY wants By to come salvage out of, today, because the thing's scheduled to come down today, but...duh. Sometimes, Albert doesn't seem to understand that other people's jobs don't allow them the freedom of schedule that he has.

I'm trying to find things to work on today. Between the rain and and forecasted winds after the rain passes, my plans of spending the day quietly, by myself, spot-spraying weeds have been shot to heck. Probably won't be able to tomorrow, either.

Yesterday wore me out enough that I barely touched my to-do list. Did get two batches of scones made for desserting at Tara (one blueberry, one cranberry). I'd intended to do three, but it's only six people, and it's only a weekend, so that ought to be plenty. I've got to fold and put away laundry tonight, and think about packing. And make the pasta salad. Mustn't forget that. I'd really rather avoid packing along enough kitchen stuff to fix it there. Packing the perishables and clothes and such will happen tomorrow.

**sigh** Just realized I forgot those cuttings again. Damn.

Sock and UnSock Reports

( Together, because they're short )

I have been neglectful of my duty.

I just realized that it had inexcusably long since the last reading from the Gospel of Yarn. So, gentle souls and companions, please join me in...

The Gospel of Yarn, Chapter the Second: Temptation and Duty.
(Chapter 1 found here .)

1. After the beginning, the Yarn spoke of its Potential, and with the Knitter's help became projects according to its various types.

2. But the Knitter, being human and weak, cannot fulfill the Potential of the Yarn as quickly as the Yarn demands.

3. Thus, the Knitter is trapped at the crossroads of competing projects, and too little time, and must decide:

4. "Knit me", sayeth the kilt hose. "Knit me for Duty, for you hoped to have me done by Saturday, and are far from it. Knit me, for the pleasure of seeing your friend's delight at My progress."

5. And the Knitter heeded the call, and picked up the kilt hose, and saw that the Yarn was soft on tired hands, and the pattern soothing to tired eyes. But there was another call:

6. "Knit me," sayeth the striped purple socks. "Knit me for Joy. My colors will make you feet warm and happy this winter."

7. Thus the Knitter found herself holding the kilt hose in her right hand, and the striped purple socks in her left, and agreeing that all was, indeed, as the Yarn had spoken, when a third call came:

8. "Knit me," sayeth the handspun silk. "Knit me for indulgence. I have sat quietly on a shelf, waiting for the proper Pattern, and it is in your hands now. Knit me into something fine and frivolous, for the joy of knitting and the joy of wearing. Knit me tonight, because I'm too fine a Yarn to take camping."

9. And the Knitter, hands full of other Projects, nodded and thought the handspun silk very wise.

10. And the socks and kilt hose wait, grumbling, for tomorrow.