It's like there was a nuclear blast or something. Everybody is gone. There are hardly any new blog entries to read, very few new entries on Etsy (that's a good thing for me, since I'm still on yarn restriction), nobody on the roads. I suspect it's because this is a three-day weekend, what with Monday being Columbus Day and all. I didn't even post an entry last night. I had a really good reason for that.
The Yarn Fairy brought me some yarny goodness yesterday, but it was a club selection. I noticed on another blog I read that another member of that particular club (the TVYarn club) posted their club selection, so anybody who hasn't already received theirs now has the surprise ruined. Please, dear readers... if you get any sock, yarn, and/or fiber club selections, don't post pictures of them. Our friends in Canada have to wait a couple of weeks for their stuff to come from the United States and vice-versa. I'm sure that most, if not all, of us would like to be surprised. If you instantly put up a picture of the haul, then you ruin it for everybody. The same is true of interstate mailings. Just because you've received yours, don't assume that everyone in every state has also received theirs.
And so ends my public service announcement for the month.
One other thing has been on my mind, and I've allowed enough time to lapse before saying something. It has to do with the Rockin' Girl Blogger nominations.
While almost everyone I nominated has either acknowledged their nomination and/or put the banner on their blog, there is one person I nominated who neither thanked me (or acknowledged it at all) nor put the banner up. So I'm rescinding my nomination for that person and nominating someone new. I've narrowed down my choices to a couple of people and will be announcing the winner Tuesday (when I'm sure that everyone, or most everyone, is back from their holiday jaunts). It just struck me as incredibly rude to not say a word about it. 'Nuff said.
I didn't blog last night because, as I said, I slept. And slept. And then it was too late to post anything, so I knitted for hours. I actually went to bed with Hubster, which was a huge event. I forgot how good my bed feels. I may visit it again tonight. Today, I didn't wake up until 4:00 p.m. - I guess my bed was holding me against my will. We just got home from the grocery store (my life is so exciting - the places I go, the people I meet, the things I see in the meat aisle), so I thought I'd leave a blurb of sorts for your reading pleasure. I apologize for the lack of pictures. There wasn't anything to photograph today, and I don't feel like digging through my stash. I'm a little under the weather - nothing serious, nothing I can put my finger on - just a sort of general malaise, feeling ice-cold, sniffling, aching... hmm... I wonder if it could be a cold or the onset of the flu. You think? My deductive reasoning gets more acute with every passing year. As usual, things like this happen at the most inopportune times. I have to teach at the prison in a week, and then we're off on vacation for an entire week. I hope my readership doesn't disappear off the face of the earth. I'm just beginning to develop a regular readership, but in the past couple of days, my numbers have fallen off. Maybe I'm not funny anymore. Maybe my pictures suck. Maybe everyone is on vacation. You never know about these things.
One last thing to tell you before I go make a meatloaf: starting Tuesday, I'm going to begin photographing the stash that I'm selling and making separate posts for all those pictures. I obviously can't photograph the entire thing and post it all at once, but I can take pictures of... oh... maybe 10 skeins at a time and list all the particulars. I haven't sold any more of the Lorna's, so maybe if you all can see what it looks like (the colors, I mean), then perhaps you'll be interested in adding it to your stash.
And with that, dear readers, it's time to make dinner. Meatloaf and Pasta Roni. Mmmm... can't go wrong with comfort food when it's cold outside.
Besides, there isn't anything better in the world than cold meatloaf sandwiches the next day.
Except, perhaps, for Thanksgiving leftovers.