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I’m spinning bunny fluff! But you can’t see it! I’m at work, nowhere near my wheel. Sorry. I’m just thinking about my afternoon of sitting on the couch watching TV before work.

It was nice, just me and the cats and some coffee. I was watching Music From Another Room with Jude Law.  Boy, do I hate that movie. And it took me about forty-five minutes to realize I’d seen it before, and I’d hated it then. Nothing in it makes any damn sense, and the main chick character that he falls for has no soul, I’m convinced. Even in real life, she probably casts no shadow. She’s that boring. Although she was kind of fascinating in her boringness. Give me the blind Meg Tilly character any day. Only, you know, that’s okay.

Anyway. Bunfuzz and wool. Oooh, it’s soft and just the lightest pink and I have NO idea what I’m going to make out of it, except it might become some sort of lacey scarf. I only have eight ounces of it, so my options are somewhat limited.

Unrelated really, but here are some sleeves I’ve been working on — my own design, for a friend who lives on a boat and needs a little warmth this winter. 

Man, I’m so ready to go home this morning. And going-home time is a-comin’ soon. Happy day to you.

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I am Google hit number two for that phrase. My work is done.

Bad sleep-brain today. I either like to sleep in on Tuesday mornings until about noon, or go back to bed if I get up in the morning and take a good nap, since it’s my Monday and I’m going to work all night.

Today, however, I got home from going out to coffee with Lala nice and early, and then I did things. You know those mornings, where you make all the unpleasant calls you have to make, and then you think of more you could make, and call those people too because it hasn’t killed you yet. It’s not like I’m calling debtors or debtees, nothing unhappy like that, but I was taking care of things like the HOA insurance of which I seem to be in charge (and NO ONE wants to renew our insurance — companies aren’t happy to take new HOA clients, and we have to leave our old insurance because of an ex-owner’s screw-up). Calls for that. Been struggling with that for two months. Calls about housing — should we rent out my place and rent another place when we move in together, or should we sell my little condo and buy something bigger?

All right, that’s the thing that kept me from napping, right there. Erg. I can’t even think about it. It’s exciting (I typoed sexciting, so it must be), but the stress we’re in for! It was hard enough to buy. It must be so much harder to sell and buy at the same time. And if we rent, we’ll still have to MOVE, my third move in two years, and Lala’s twenty-seventh or something like that. We just kind of groan when we start thinking about it. But I wanna live with her. Isn’t that the weirdest? It is. I do. It’s awesome. And such a problem to have. Diamonds on the soles of my shoes and all that. But still puts the brain into spin-cycle.

So not much nap today, which means that by about 4:30am I’ll be uncomfortably stupid. Not sleepy, because the job and adrenaline keep me awake, but I’ll be able to feel my brain turning into a plate of spaghetti. The phone will ring, it’ll be a crisis, my head will clear, I’ll ask the questions and send the right help and do the right research, and be quick and smart and fast, and then I’ll go back to doing my own writing and forget how to spell "floor." I’ll just sit there and stare at it, willing myself to remember, which is a stunningly good time-waster.

Enough babbling. I’m so upset about Alison’s loss. It’s so awful to lose an animal, but to lose one to something as crude and ugly as an automobile adds egregious insult to what’s already unbearable. Remember when we met Bea? In Taiwan? Oh, I’m just so sad. And my heart hurts for Al.

This is for our Bea, may she be climbing palms and walls and piles o’yarn just around the corner, where we can’t quite see her:

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I just went for a run. Doesn’t that sound good? Doesn’t that make me sound all healthy and crap? No, it was the first run in more than a week (which had been the first run in more than a week, also), and strangely, I ran the first ten or fifteen minutes amazingly well. I felt like I could run to Seattle. Yeah! Got this licked!

Then my side cramped and I forgot how to breathe, and I ended up half-stomping, half-jogging home, looking like an idiot.

That’s the thing about this running thing — I love love love it as a form of exercise that I can get done in the MINIMUM amount of time. I woke up at 3:55pm, rolled into my shoes and bra-with-only-one-wire, and I was out the door by 4pm, before my brain could formulate the necessary discouraging sentences. Back by 4:32, and watering the garden by 4:33. That’s the good part.

The bad part is that if you have a week in which you travel, have PMS, and then a migraine, you won’t run for a week and your body says, "HA! I have now successfully forgotten that you ran a marathon in December and a half-marathon six weeks ago. You suck! Go back and eat twinkies and cry!" It’s good that my body doesn’t actually speak, because that would just be mean, but that’s what it feels like.

That’s not what I started to say, though. What I started to say was, Now we’re talking. During the run, I noticed it was fall. Oh, hallelujah, and I know I can get a knitter’s amen. That silly heat thing that summer offers is for the birds. The leaves are turning, and the sky is heavy with cold cloudy fog, and there’s a slight chill wind. I’m in heaven. Time to knit! Time to be cozy!

I wish I had more time to be cozy. You know? Must work on that.

Also: I just got a funny-as-hell email from a reader named Anne, and I hope she won’t mind if I quote her:

On a dorky note, I just had to mention that although I’ve been reading
your blog for ages, I’ve always been reluctant to comment since I have
no blog of my own.  Though I’ve thought about it… but can the
blogosphere really support one more obsessively-knitting, cat-owning,
liberal-leaning, self-doubting grad student?  Maybe someday I’ll find
out.

Well, if she writes like you, the blogosphere will support her. Cracked me UP.

Off for a bath, and then to work, and then THE WEEKEND. Enjoy. Be cozy.

Loving Josephine. I’m thinking handspun.

I know you’ve seen it here by now, but DAMN, knitters rock.
At the time of this post, they’ve donated to the Red Cross:

$65,516

That’s dollars! Holy crap! That’s straight out of our yarn-purse, isn’t it? That’s more than sixty-five thousand dollars that would have been spent on fiber, I’m sure of it.

I’m so proud of us.