I’m neurotic. If I don’t have anything to worry about, I worry that I’ve got nothing to worry about! I think I was Woody Allen in a previous life! Anyway, ever since the road-trip-that-wasn’t I’ve been worrying about my mum. She has managed (just) another car journey since, but it’s all just blegh.
Anyway, I have 2000 words to produce by early next week (plus a 300 word abstract, plus a 500 word introduction) and then get ready for my field trip.
Oh, and it’s toooooooo hooooooooot. I never normally say that. My family have always accused me of being a cross between a cat and a reptile. Oi Vey!
EDIT: very little knitting. Too Hot! I’m aiming to finish cup-o-tea (thanks Cindy!) before I go away – it’s nylon yarn so it’s not too bad to knit with. Oh, and I realised that my finished lace sock is about one inch too short. So the toe’s coming out and I’ll add a few extra rounds of st. st. I think that’s it. Did I mention it’s 10 ‘o’ clock in the morning and it’s hoooooot. I did? Good!