Runnin' on Caffeine
With a lot of work to get done and way fewer hours of sleep than I really need, I'm relying on a couple of cups of coffee to keep me going today.
I know this kind of schedule isn't sustainable and that caffeine will soon lose its ability to keep me running, but I figure it's a good short term solution.
Plus, my schedule will be lightening up a little after today.
I do fly again this week and for the next four additional weeks, but not quite as hecticly (I know it's not a real word) as I did this past week.
Plus, I plan on being in bed by 8:00 tonight...I am getting WAY too old to be going at this pace.
With no word from NorthWest/Delta on my orphaned knitting, I decided to start two new knitting projects this past weekend.
I have been dying to try the MiniMochi I got a while ago, so I figured the brown/olive/green colorway would make a great guy's scarf.
I basically started with a very nice eyelet rib pattern stitch and then transitioned to a wandering floral design (which doesn't show up so well in the pictures yet). I'm going to knit through one ball of MiniMochi and see if four balls will give me enough scarf length. If it doesn't, I plan on ripping it out and either making it more narrow, or changing yarn colorways every fourth row and adding a couple of other balls of MiniMochi into the mix.
For my first use of this yarn, I have to say I quite love it.
I just finished one of the more stupid-premised books I've ever read, but I still felt compelled to finish the book to find confirm that it was a predictable ending (it was).
A Certain Justice by John Lescroart
starts off with a ridiculous premise (the lynching of a black man in modern-day San Francisco) which I never got past. His protagonists are very appealing, which helped some, but his plot was very obvious and predictable.
Suffice it to say, I do not recommend this book.
Maureen writes, "Here's hoping your sock comes back to you! Was it the first or 2nd?"
It was actually the first of the pair, but the fifth sock in the Woolcott & Co series. But like I kind of wrote, it's not the effort that's gone into them, it's more the loss of the yarn and the needles.