Every time the phone rings, I hope it's work, calling to tell me not to come in.
It's not that I hate my job that much, it's just that I have so many things I'd rather be doing.
For example, there's the hat I'm knitting for my brother, and intarsia to learn, and the leg warmers I'm knitting for my sister, and Fair Isle to learn, and the scarf I'm knitting for my friend's daughter, and cables to learn, and the coasters I'm felting for my mom, and sock knitting to learn, and...ummmm
Okay, I think somewhere in there is supposed to be sleep, eat, and feed the cats.
And if I was really cool, I could figure out how to link to all of the afore-mentioned projects.
Sigh. I'm late for work.