A Wednesday that feels like it ought to be Friday and damn there's no way I can make that happen.

Lovely long (four day) weekend coming up. Oh will I play! There's fleece to wash, pick or spin. There stuff to get ready so taxes can be done by the accountant (not play but must be done)--I'd rather pay someone than do that depressing task myself. Truly I don't want to know until it is time to sign something and fire it off electronically to the government. You know, like pulling the bandage off fast to get it over with.

Speaking of bandages, mine are gone, and if you can see the scar over my eye, you're in my personal space and need to back off. Came out of this last dance with a hard floor quite well all things considered.

Only a month left on my current contract and I am SO looking forward to having time to actually think complete thoughts. What's a complete thought look like? Oh, shit, I forget. Will probably have to excavate to find one and you know, that'll be so old. Oh yeah, I like that sort of thing, forgot that too. Working for a living interferes with life, thinking, playing and other life essentials which have long since drifted out of memory it is so long since I enjoyed them.

On the knitting needles: a top down sweater, which is knitting up at one helluva clip--I'm impressed. At least three socks on the go in different parts of my house. Ditto for books.