For a week and a half, I get to work from home.  Sorry–I don’t mean to rub it in.  But few things make me happier.  I’m giddy, I tell you.  And dressed like a homeless woman, or a whimsical girl’s doll.  But with hand-knits.  Unmatched hand-knits, and pink pajama pants with dogs on them.  I should get my aviator goggles just for effect and go outside to confuse the neighbors.

They’re replacing carpet and repainting most of the walls in our building, and the effects on folks with  allergies and asthma were less than ideal.  A few of us made a recon mission to a lower floor to see how bad the dust and fumes were, and I got a really awesome sinus headache for my trouble.  Tuesday, I went in to our office and made sure I had everything I would need, and just sitting at my desk a floor above the nearest worksite made me sneeze 27 times in a row.  I know because the guy in the next cubicle counted.  And laughed at me.  But offered to watch my plants, so it’s cool.

So on these several wonderful days, I get to plug in about 45 minutes after I normally leave for my hour-plus commute, work for several hours, and then agonize about whether I want to have lunch with my husband or take my dog to the park, and then plug back in for a few hours, and enjoy my afternoon commute 15 feet to the kitchen.   To make everything better, we’re actually getting some of the rain we’ve needed so desperately AND I’m not using gas or eating out, both of which make me nearly sanctimoniously gleeful, if that’s possible.

I tentatively unpacked the yarn and fiber from the KR Retreat yesterday afternoon.  It may exceed the storage space I’ve alloted for each.  I don’t like to exceed the storage space.  It makes me twitchy.  I thought I’d be fine because I brought a lot to give away, and I only bought sock and lace yarns, neither of which take up much room.  But some of my friends were really shopping the give-away tables for me.  There was a lot of blue-acquisition taking place on my behalf.  Also, the goodie bags that Clara hands out at the Retreat are increasingly generous–needles, books, yarn.  And one of the classes came with its own yarn.  I better get knitting.  I would show you, but somehow my computer and my camera decided to stop speaking to each other overnight.

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