The Score, So Far

At T -18 days (I am still optimistically counting today) until my next deadline, I have 5 of the nine required projects for my book completed.  I feel as if I'm running flat out, chest heaving, wind sucking, feet pounding.  All in the stillness of my living room.

It's gonna be a short-lived stillness:  School is out on Wednesday.  The Smallies are done before Phillip, which means I won't be pawning them off on him, either.  And it's raining.  If that's still the case in three more days, I don't like my chances for productivity.  I'm trying not to freak out.  Really trying. 

It's still FIVE down, which is really good.  And the remaining 4 projects are socks, a hat, a bag, and a sweater.  Not impossible, right?  I mean it's not like there's a motorcycle cozy on the list or anything.

Oh, and the sweater isn't exactly designed yet.  I only kind of know what it's going to be.  And there's no yarn for it yet, because I only kind of know what it's going to be.

I will not freak out.  I will not freak out.  I will not freak out.