I'm hungry. In order to eat anything, I really ought to finish the massive cleaning of the kitchen I started last night. Why oh why did I think that was a good idea? Everything's half done and sitting there staring at me accusingly. Bleagh.
I'd also like to report that I have gone insane. I've been knitting almost non-stop since I started. I found the most incredible mossy yarn and I don't know what I'm making with it. I just cast on and started "needling" as Kara calls it. It feels like heaven. I think it's going to be a blanket, or a throw, or a scarf. I've been carrying the yarn and knitting needles around with me like a security blanket (the only previous one having been reft from my little arms when I was four). The babies upset me? I sit down and knit a row. The freelance makes me crazy? I stop working and knit a row. I'm sort of hoping I get over this soon because, really, taking it to bed with me every night is starting to upset someone.