Two days of brain and butt-numbing meetings have left me trying to catch up on everything else, both at work and at home. I owe email and phone calls and I need to buy groceries and go to Target to start picking up stuff for Girl's new place. My kitchen table is groaning under a layer of incoming mail - I've already sorted the obvious junk, but there are still things that need to get filed or routed somewhere, and it's a scary pile. To top it off, I think I have the cold my assistant had last week, and my throat is sore and nose is running. Freaking lovely.

I need to clear off this desk and clean out the file cabinet, so Boy can take this desk and chair to his new place. The other night he and one of his geek friends came over and took his dad's mysteriously healed PC back to his place, along with the computer games and other odds and ends they unearthed. The geek friend was in ecstasy at what they unearthed - my husband was a hardware (both computer and non-computer) pack rat, which is why he never said a damn thing about my enormous yarn stash. I sent the boys away with a car packed to the headliner with hardware, software, games and tools, and there's still more to sort through. Most of it is outdated, but still useful to tinkerers like them. So now the big job of cleaning out the rest of the cabinet and moving this machine into it is upon me - I have to call the cable company and find out if I can relocate my cable modem just by putting a three-way splitter in the living room, or if that will somehow mess up the signal - they are VERY picky about these things, I was lectured by the last tech because I routed my cable through my surge protector. That, apparently, is a no-no.

Last night I was so brain-numbed all I could do was sit and knit, so I did. I finished another tier of entrelac diamonds on the market bag. It's been decades since I did anything entrelac, and I must confess that picking up stitches purlwise confused my meeting-addled brain for a bit, but, as is so often the case, I started to do it wrong yesterday morning before work, knew it was wrong but couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, put it aside for the day, and came home knowing exactly what I was doing wrong, ripped out that (thankfully only one) diamond, and re-did the entire row correctly. The pattern is one that looks complicated until you get into it, then it's childishly simple, which is how I like 'em.

Murphy needs his stroll...maybe more later.