I’ve been home for a few days, and just can’t seem to get myself back into my own body. Things feel uneasy, disconnected, not quite right.
Yesterday was our 15th anniversary – the first one where we’ve been able to leave the kids alone while we went out to dinner. Granted, we went to dinner a few blocks away and were gone for less than an hour, but it’s a milestone! Gerry gave me a lovely candle and some roses, Hannah gave me/us a card that made me cry.
Being Happy doesn’t mean everything is perfect
it means you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections
I won’t say what she wrote on the inside of the card, but this is a keeper, that’s for sure!
Today I ran errands, returning library books, picking up new ones, dropping off Hannah’s bike to be fixed and getting my new shipment of books from the printer. And Costco. And exciting day all around, let me tell you.
I’ve spent the last few days doing a final clean up on Knit With Courage, re-flowing some of the pictures and text and double checking spacings, that kind of thing. It’s really going to be such a good looking book – I’m very pleased with it! I feel like I need a week or so of rest before I’m able to contemplate the marketing and PR I have to dive into, and I think I may just GIVE myself that week.
I think I may just take some private knitting and a non-knitting book with me, work be damned. My brain is so loaded it’s nearly exploded, so I’d better find a way to give it a rest.
The lakeside cottage where I’m slated to teach in Oct and Nov will be our home-away-from-home for the next week. Gerry and I have to return to St. Paul at various times, so the cats won’t be alone for very long. I’d looked forward to this all summer, and now I just feel too tired to go. The idea of packing up this afternoon – even just bathing suits and shorts – is overwhelming. J’ai fatigue.
We’re trying to think of an appropriate caption. Any ideas?