...that I was weaving on a loom. I woke up, and thought 'but where would I put it in my office?'
Am quitting try number two at finding a drug that works on the nerve damage in my wrist (it fires off signals at random - itchy, hot, cold, pain, weirdness). It's a fine line between 'nerve damage muffled' and 'zombie', because of course anything that muffles the nervous system is a sedative. And apparently I'm sensitive to them, into the bargain; for the last two or three days I've been falling asleep every time I sit still, and that is NOT a good thing with a two year old in the house.
On the other hand, I've done a good bit of dyeing and spinning, finally producing a spun yarn that's nice enough I'm willing to charge money for it. I desperately need to get my Etsy shop up and running, if for no other reason than to get rid of some of these piles of yarn sitting all over the house. (The husbeast has been amazingly good-humored about the whole thing, but then with the amount of tools and gear he's got packed in the garage, he knows he's got no room for criticism.)
Gasoline here is climbing toward four dollars a gallon, and I'm thinking of only shipping for my shop on Wednesdays and Saturdays.... does that sound reasonable, or do you expect your yarn put in the mail immediately?
I'm planning to get a book on tapsetry weaving this payday. Doomed, I tell you, DOOMED.