I have too much going on right now. I can’t possibly get all this done all at once. Why is it that when I have one huge thing going on, every other huge thing decides that it’s the perfect time to present itself?
I said I’d teach again next quarter, but I’m beginning to wonder if that’s such a good idea…
On a lighter note, the cats have discovered the fireplaces, which have been consequently covered with empty boxes. Johnny Cat, whose socks are normally white, is currently sporting grey socks. When I get a chance, both cats are getting baths (hey – I gave them two full days to do the job themselves, and nobody stepped up).
I’m eating lunch like mad, so that I can get back to one of the several big things I have to deal with. Ugh.
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About HappyGoth
By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish.
I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob.
Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
knitters = angry mob 
When we first moved, our cats considered the fireplace a giant cat box. we had to keep something in front of it all the time (all it had was the chain-link screen that hung from the top). Since we have actually used it, they don’t go inside it. We made a point of using it at least one a year, just to keep the “scent” right. Apparently once something has been burned in it they won’t go in it.