In the process of cleaning the kitchen this weekend, I found a ball of yarn and half-finished sock that I've been missing for several months. We don't need to discuss what this says about my house-keeping skills that it took me several months to find a ball of yarn, and that I then found it in the kitchen. I prefer to think that yarn in the kitchen (and in every other room of the house) is as it should be. But this means that I have yet another unfinished sock, so this one came to work with me today. I have a few (maybe three) more inches on that before I finish, and then I'll start the second. The fun will be remembering how many stitches I used for the various heel configurations.

But other than the socks I'm really not doing a lot of fiber stuff. I did do a tiny bit of spinning - the first I've done since the surgery. But mostly I'm torn between still feeling pretty tired and rare bursts of energy that leave me desparate to clean up my surroundings - it's all about the feng shui! This coming weekend I'll do some work on the bedroom, I think, and maybe get one of my fountains up and running. I haven't had them going since I moved in here, and while the fish tanks accomplish the same chi, I still miss the fountains (particularly my fairy fountain, but that's rather large and takes up more space than I have right now). I think once I get the house much more organized in a reasonable (ie: non-bachelor-pad kinda way) I'll feel a lot better over all.

AC's wife-figure just came to pick him up from work since he's having car trouble. I've seen her maybe three times in the year+ that AC and I have worked together, so needless to say we are not close. And she did that thing I hate. Really hate. That "How are you feeling?" with the pitying eyes. And then, because I probably wouldn't recognize her if we passed on the street and I'm certainly not going to tell her how I'm really feeling, when I say "Good thanks, how are you?" she does this weird thumbs up "Atta girl" thing with wayyyy too much enthusiasm, like I'm a toddler taking my first steps. Perfectly well meaning folks (and I do know she means well) get very condescending when something like cancer gets tossed into the picture. It doesn't help that AC is beyond asinine about it (if I'm not wearing a scarf and we have a new client come in, he likes to point out my scar and tell them I had a botched tooth-pulling proceedure and then laugh like a hyena as though he was the wittiest thing on the planet) and I figure if she's dumb enough to spend every waking moment with a repulsive creature like him there must be something pretty seriously wrong with her too. But I do know she means well.

My guild meeting is tonight, and I'm trying to decide if I have enough energy to go...