I feel much better today. Not perfect, but better.

I’m looking very much forward to knitting with the girls tonight. My goal is to get the first sleeve and much of the second sleeve finished for this sweater. If I can do that, I might have a finished sweater by the weekend. And that would rock! It would, in fact, be my first finished project since Christmas Day, when I finished my mother’s hat and scarf set. This is starting to really bum me out, but what’s a girl to do when there are so many pretty yarns to play with and so many shiny things to make with them? Last week I made a deal with myself that I would not, under any circumstances, start any new projects until I had finished at least some of my works in progress. So far I’m holding firm, although instead I’ve been getting distracted by Link to the Past and my reading

Speaking of reading, the next few months will be largely dedicated to borrowed books, since I seem to be accumulating quite a collection. I think the number is up to nine, with more possibly on the way. First on the list is Written on the Body. It reminds me of The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which I lent to a friend last night. It’s pretty, and I’m really enjoying it, but also I really hope that the stupid main characters shape up and get their act together. All this romanticizing of adultery is beginning to destroy what little faith I have left in marriage and love and monogamy. Normally it wouldn’t even be a dream of an issue, but at the moment it’s hitting a few sore nerves.