Shit shit shit shit shit. I can't move my computer into my husband's gorgeous computer armoire - it doesn't have enough space for all of my peripheral doodads. It could be done, I believe, but it would require 1) the assistance of at least two gorilla-sized humans to move the 6.5 foot high, 4+ foot wide cabinet away from the wall; 2) power tools; and 3) an assortment of new, longer cables to reach from hither to yon. The basic problem is that it was made in an era when computers meant "box, monitor, keyboard, mouse, printer," and the built-in power supply will feed only box, monitor, printer. So I'd have to drop the power cords for the subwoofer, camera, PDA, cable modem, etc. etc. etc. out the back of the cabinet to a separate power strip, then figure out how to position the gadgets in the cabinet so that they could all plug into the PC on the bottom shelf. I sweated, swore and rearranged for an hour, without furniture moving gorillas or longer cables, before accepting that there was no way I could put all my shit into that cabinet making without some renovations to it. So I canceled the cable guy and spent the rest of my morning deep-cleaning my office; with the computer and such out of the way, it was a fine time to take down curtains to wash them, wash windows, scrub floors, polish furniture, rearrange said furniture, etc. It's all back together again and it looks mavehlous, dahlink. I can live with this. I guess my husband's computer cabinet will be a combination bill paying desk and yarn storage unit for now, until I can locate and recruit the necessary enormous humans and cables to make it work. I guess there are worse things than storing one's knitting in a cherrywood cabinet, but I do feel like I should at least store the Rowan in there, rather than the Cotton-ease.


So now my back is aching and I'm worn out, and I have earned an afternoon of knitting. I made major progress on the Market Bag last night, but you'll have to wait until I can take it outside and photograph it in natural daylight - I tried a shot with the flash, and instead of the actual rich, medieval-looking colors, it looked like Bozo's Clown College Bookbag. That's why I love digital cameras, if it looks like crap, you just Delete. Delete is a lovely function.


I had a happy phonecall on the subject about which I must remain cryptic for now, so you can continue to entertain yourselves with far more exciting imagined scenarios for about another week or so, until I can discuss it. Then you'll go, "That's it? So, who gives a rat's ass?" and stomp off disappointed, because it's not that exciting to anybody but me. But I'm the happiest I've felt in a long time this weekend, and energized and motivated to stick to my diet and do lots of crunches and buy new clothes and look forward to the future. It's a good thing.


Speaking of good things,Weight Watchers is SO on the ball! I checked out the new "Flex Points" thing online, which I figured was just recalculated and repackaged Winning Points, but nooo, they also have a nifty "higher protein" option for those of us who just could not survive on all that low fat and carbohydrates because we were honestly freaking starving all day long and could never adjust to it. They even say in the online thing that it's for people who felt too hungry on the carbs and need protein to feel satisfied. It's like the diet planets of Weight Watchers and South Beach are coming into conjunction, converging on the same logical point. It's another good thing.