Well, we’re back to our usual non-holiday routines around here. We live quite the quiet, unexciting life. Work, dinner, watch TV (while I knit), and then go to bed to read and sleep. I’m not sure if we’re just really lame, or maybe that’s normal. It’s not like anyone wrote the manual for adulthood to tell me. Perhaps it’s just a hangover from the busyness of the holidays, or a little bit of cabin fever? I don’t know.
So there has been knitting. And more knitting. And emotional mood swings going batshitcrazy as I stare at these itty bitty baby slippers. I still have to knit another pair before my friend’s baby shower, but they’ll have to wait until these emotions settle a bit. And a spoiled puppy following me everywhere (she’s feeling a lot better, by the way). Pretty standard around here, really.
