Can it really be Friday night? I feel like my post about the cake was just yesterday. Life is going so fast these days. The strange thing is that all I feel like I've been doing lately is spinning. Probably because that's all I've been doing.
It's really cutting into my knitting time, yhis spinning, but it requires less thought. I don't think this is a good sign!! What, I can't even concentrate on a lace chart? Simple socks or (UGHHH) Stockinette stitch? Something's gotta give. Okay, I'll just say that for now, it's a phase. A strange Summertime phase like this strange Summertime weather.
It's been raining off and on for days, and cool as well. In the two years that I've been in Portland, by the end of June, the rain is completely gone. Hot, dry and more heat and dryness. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I hate the heat. It's just peculiar, that's all.
My life is about to change big time on Monday with a new job, and somehow I feel like I'm wasting my free time. Even though I've had nothing BUT free time for months now, it matters not. Neurotic? Yes.
" An inch of time can buy an inch of gold. But an inch of gold canot buy an inch of time"