I have to admit that I've been lulled into a false sense of security by the past few semesters starting with relative ease. This semester is kicking not only Hubby's ass but mine as well. Work has been absolutely hellish lately.
After work has been better—for me at least. I seem to be better at leaving work behind when I get home. Of course it doesn't help that a lot of Hubby's work right is literally following him home (when they won't approve overtime for the hourly worker, hrm).
Last night was Vampire night, and though I was sad our DM had to head home early, there were about two hours of post-roleplaying Rock Band to be had. P asked me, very sincerely, if I liked playing the drums all the time. I wanted to say, "What part of SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE don't you understand?" but instead I only smiled and said, "Yes. I love it." I then happily provided percussion for Bukkake Santa all evening. (That's our band's name—Bukkake Santa.)
Hi Zabet; couldn't figure out how to email you; hope you get this. Please let me know when you do at plbuck at earthlink dot net All the best, Patrick PS if you have seen the book, I'd be interested in your opinion of it.
History of Knitting book
There's a lot more detail in Richard Rutt's "A History of Handknitting" (http://www.amazon.com/History-Hand-Knitting-Richard-Rutt/dp/1931499373)
- it's probably available through ILL (Interlibrary Loan at the public library) if you don't want to shell out for the book
@Patrick Buck To quote the email I sent you last year:
"Seriously, Patrick, quit writing me. I don't give a rat's ass what Lisa is up to, I don't read her blog, I don't think about her, I don't care what she's doing, and I don't want to be in the "I Hate Lisa" Club with you. I don't hate Lisa. I honestly don't care about her one way or the other. I hope she manages to work out whatever problems she's having and has the epiphany that brings her closer to the Divine, and I hope I never have to hear her talk about it."
Now, apparently I didn't make myself VERY VERY clear in that first line, so I'm going to be VERY SPECIFIC NOW: Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to be your acquaintance, I don't want to be your confidant. Just go on with your life, please, and leave me to mine. This is the last response you'll get from me, so read it carefully.