It was one of those days, you know, where things aren't bad enough to work up a real mad, but a series of dumb stuff happens and you spend too much of your time, throwing up your hands and making frustrated noises.
First, the Goober woke me up at three AM. A fine way to start the day (please note heavy sarcasam). When I went into her nursery and asked her what was wrong, she said "I hungry. Cookies? Please?"
After I got up AGAIN, I fixed the spinning wheel. The Goober got hold of it while I was in the restroom yesterday. She didn't truly break it, but it took a while to put back together:
That shiny thing hanging over the bobbin? That's the drive belt. Yes. The one that's supposed to be in the back, around the wheel. Then, when trying to fix it, she managed to wrap both ends AND some of the roving around the bobbin:
Still not sure how she managed that. But I'm impressed. In a mildly irritated kind of way.
THEN, I sat down to knit on the zen sweater, because it's zen, you know, and calming, and everything's going smoothly and the yarn is lovely, and...
Sekhmet, you fucker.
I decided to find my size five double-points, which I need to do the hems on the sleeves of the zen sweater. It took quite a long time, but finally I found them:
Remember the Pinwheel Jacket? I'd managed to block it completely from my mind. Bugger.
Now I have to decide whether I finish the sleeve of the Pinwheel before I go back to the zen, or... oh, BUGGER.
And it's raining.
And my toe is still broken.
Yes, the top of my foot is green. And still swollen.
But I've had a wonderful series of excuses to eat lots and lots of chocolate. Lindt milk chocolate with hazelnuts.
So maybe the day wasn't an entire washout. I could really go for a martini. Or, no, a chocolate milkshake with Bailey's Irish Creme in it.