I Was Wrong - I am Getting Older

I'm sorry, my dear readers. No yarny goodness today. I did get two skeins in the mail which I'll show you tomorrow, but I'm just starting to function and it's too dark to take pictures. As a result, I can't update my yarn review page today, either. I promise that it will be updated tomorrow. My goal of doing it every few days seems to be impossible; I'll be doing it once a week.

What a horribly boring day. I didn't fall asleep until 9:30 a.m. and was instantly awakened by Hubster getting up 10 minutes later. I thought I was fully awake - he made coffee and poured me a cup in my poor damaged mug (I dropped it on the floor and broke off the handle). I don't remember ever getting that coffee, and when I woke up at 3:30 p.m., it was stone cold anyway.

So I dorked around, talked to my darling and treasured Monkey pal/sister (hi, Kel!!), began going through my yarn, got on the computer, took care of mail and wound up playing some stupid game, went to the grocery store, dorked around some more, opened the mail that came today, and sat down to write my blog. It was then that I noticed the time - 11:20 p.m. Where the hell did the day go? These are all signs that I'm getting older. Shit.

I suppose it doesn't help when you get up so late in the day. These trips to Folsom wipe me out something fierce. I thought I had gotten enough sleep last evening; apparently, I didn't even scratch the surface. When I take my pills and am instantly asleep, I know that I'm trouble. Sigh. I had such big plans for today, too.

But there is always tomorrow. I'll get up at a decent time and begin work on the yarn update. Then I'll work on the Sockamania updates. Then... then... I don't know. That's the nice thing about not having to go to work. My days are my own.

I've begun research on the new store, and I think it's going to be a winner. I've received a few congratulatory letters from some of the big online yarn stores, and they're not only happy for me, they're also willing to help where they can. I've been told that my shop will fill a niche that needs filling. Things on the vendor front are picking up, too. I've got 16 of them signed up and hope that I'll get answers to the other letters I sent out. If any of you are still interested, please e-mail me. I'd be delighted to buy a skein of your yarn or one of your notions to see if they're a good fit for the shop. I'd much rather buy a skein instead of asking for a sample, which was my original intent. This way, the vendor won't be out any money, and I'll have an entire skein to goof around with. Win/win.

I took a good look at the choker and rattle that my boys made me, and I'm here to tell you that I haven't seen work as fine in the best Native galleries. The beadwork on the choker is exquisite: tiny beads, perfectly geometrical, outstanding color selection, workmanship to die for. The rest of it isn't anything to sneeze at, either. The rattle has painting so fine that it's astonishing, and the leatherwork on the handle is incredible. Wow. I'm so lucky!

In addition to opening the store in January (I hope - I don't want to go past my deadline), we're looking at recording my CD then, too. The studio is in Los Angeles, so I'll be down there for a few days when the recording takes place. The goal is to have it ready for next year's concert. Talk about nervous! It's kind of funny - I'm not nervous at all about walking through hundreds of inmates, yet I'm nervous as hell about recording a CD. Go figure.

Work on my swap socks continues. I plan on casting on one of my club socks tomorrow, which might be a good thing to do since I've never made any of them. I belong to a ton of sock clubs and have lots of yarn, patterns, and swag from them; I just don't have any socks. Again - go figure.

I'm sorry to be so boring today, but there's nothing at all to report on. I wanted to write a brief entry, though, so I get back in the habit of writing every day. It's so easy to skip a day here and there, and then those occasional days turn into several days. I don't want that to happen.

I mean, who else (other than Rabbitch) is going to yell "assclown" for your entertainment?