I remember quite distinctly being too sick to knit when I was pregnant with Clark. Fortunately, I’m not that sick. Yet. I’m too sick to want to do much of anything else though, including eat, and I totally bailed on exercise yesterday, but I did get a lot of knitting and beading done. And a tiny bit of guitar practice.

At some point, I’d like to make one of these for me. They’re so luscious. But this one isn’t mine. And the next one won’t be. I’ll probably think of someone else that needs/deserves/should get the one after that. I need to write the pattern out so I’m not re-working it each time.

I’m a little annoyed that it looks like I’ll have quite a bit of yarn left, but not enough to make a second scarf. So I have no idea what I’ll do with it.

I wish I had the luxury of being lethargic today, but I don’t. Tuesday is my insane, go-go-go day. And to start it all off, I’m hauling 3 lunches, 22 planted pumpkin seeds, 16 wave bottles, 10 zen gardens, some assorted beaded things, a measuring cup, the original copy of a school newsletter to be copied, and a number of kids to school this morning. On her way to band practice earlier today Abby asked, “Oh mom, could you please bring my ukulele when you come? I want to play something in music today.”

Sure. Why not? I’ll just load up the pack mule and get right on it. Maybe I should re-think the pack mule. It’d make more sense for me to have an alpaca, wouldn’t it? They pack stuff. But, “I’ll just load up the alpaca and get right on it” doesn’t have the same effect.

I’d rather have an alpaca.