On top of learning a new set of skills, there was another big, scary upgrade, a week of night call, (last vestige of my old job) and the holidays. Then there was the morning I got up for work and discovered that Phoebe had redecorated the couch, living room, sun room, and upstairs landing with vomit and diarrhea. Also, Jon spent a day in the ER having chest pain. He turned out to be fine and we think Phoebe injured him on one of her walks. Phoebe again! Cherchez la hound! One of my children was plagued for weeks with assorted ailments, which just the other day, after multiple doctor's appointments, we learned are caused by dairy and almond allergies. And if that isn't enough, Matt Bellassai hasn't made a new Whine About It movie in weeks. I need reassurance that I'm not the only person suffering from trivial things.
To cope, I took up knitting, but that quickly became another obsession and I am driven to finish the sweater I'm working on to the point of depriving myself of sleep to meet daily self-imposed knitting quotas.
|What five weeks of obsessive knitting can do. |
That's fingering weight yarn, by the way.
OH WOE IS ME.