Christmas Knitting and Other Delusions
Yesterday was great: Thanks were Given, a feast (which I didn't prepare) was eaten, and a swell time was had by all. I even wore the Violets Vest, to critical acclaim. But compared to today, all that pales. Today, my computer MAGICALLY recovered from a big nasty virus. I had the virus cleaned, and along with it went all my e-mail archives, and every address I've ever had. I was, shall we say, mildly put out. I may have thrown certain non-essential pieces of hardware. Who knew a stapler was so aerodynamic?
But today, beautiful today, I noticed a strange black screen on showing on my laptop when I walked by it, indicating some bizarre rite of self-diagnosis the machine was running. When it was over ("process 3 of 3 complete"), I rebooted, and all the missing shortcuts on my desktop reappeared. Just to see, I opened the e-mail program, and behold: Everything I Lost was back. O brave new world that has such machines in't! My faithful old pink laptop has somehow cured itself, without benefit even of chicken soup. I love you, Pinky. I'll never doubt you again.
In a fit of renewed optimism, I started more Christmas Knitting for the Smallies:
It's an Animal Cracker Hat based on the one worn by Ron Weasley in the third Harry Potter movie. I'm using the same yarn as for the monogrammed jumpers. There's still a month to go before Christmas, so I know my knitting schedule can totally accommodate two more hats. What could possibly go wrong? I still have 1/2 a sleeve to do on Lindsay's sweater, and a little more than half the body on Campbell's. And three socks; 1 more for Lindsay, and 2 for Cam. I think I might be able to pull it off. If I can lay off of working on the Oak Leaves, that is (oddly addictive, that one). And keep up with my secret, unbloggable projects. You know - my "work" knitting. Totally reasonable goal. Totally. 2 sweaters, 2 hats, and 2 pairs of socks. No big deal.
I will, naturally, need to eschew any unnecessary recreational activities in the meantime. It's okay though. Sleeping is overrated.