So this is my first actual weekend since before Christmas. I mean, I suppose I sort of had the New Year’s weekend free – i.e., I didn’t have plans or anything – but since I was scrambling to get ready for MLA and since I was scrambling to get all my start of the semester shit done and since I was recovering from Christmas… yeah, it wasn’t really a full-on weekend. And then there was MLA with no recovery time before the semester’s start, and then last weekend I had two social things which basically ruined any sort of time for relaxing (because while socializing is great, it means there isn’t really time for resting or laying around when one has four different preps and when all the most new-ish stuff is front-loaded – wisely, but still – at the beginning of the semester). So this weekend, though I did hang out with CC on Thursday, I have had absolutely nothing Friday through Monday. This is a Good Thing. Friday, I won’t lie, I did nothing but rest. Yesterday, I spent the day reading for my grad class, and then I spent the night watching crap movies and finishing a baby blanket I’ve been knitting for a friend. (It came out great, except for a wonky bit in one spot that I couldn’t be bothered to fix, but I figure that is not that big of a deal.) Today, I got up, talked to J., talked to my parents, and now I’ve embarked on cleaning my house from top to bottom. On the one hand, I feel sort of guilty that I’m not doing stuff related to work. On the other, it’s really hard to work productively when your pigsty of a house is stressing you out. And I figure I can get stuff done for my classes while watching tv once darkness falls.
But so anyway, that’s what’s going on with me. I’m just trying to be a human being and get my shit together. Ok, off to return to the cleaning.
How big is the blanket?
I’ve still got to block it, but I’d say it’s 3′x4′. And yes, I estimated how big it should be by considering my two cats together as the equivalent of a 28 lb. tiny person. (The baby in question still weighs less than just one of my cats, so this blanket should do for him for a good long while.)
I just renamed PhysioCat. His new name is Giuseppe, although PhysioWife seems to disagree.
Hugo (Mr. Stripey) was almost named Guido, but then I decided that my cats are not Italian. Which is to say: I may be on the side of PhysioWife
The bulldog at our local booze emporium is called Guido.