Moving an office is truly a bitch. I think I'm officially too old for it now. I don't remember the last move as being this exhausting, but that was quite a few years ago, so maybe the pain is in that brain vault where we keep things like childbirth and root canals. Once it's over you're so happy you survived, nothing else matters. I overheard one of the secretaries tell somebody on the phone, "If I have to pack another box I'm going to kill myself or somebody else!" I am so there. I've done a lot of heavy lifting in the past few days, and I'm worn out, but I'm also done. I have a bit of real work to do, stray paper to corral in the morning, and I'm outta there at noon to go Christmas shopping, and frankly my dear, I don't give a rat's ass what happens after I walk out the door. If there's a problem too damn bad, I'll be at the mall. This ain't my problem, heh, heh, heh. And if it's chaos on Monday in the new office I will not bitch and moan, I will smile and be relaxed and calm, because I don't have to fix it. It's SO nice not to be in charge at a time like this.


I have an urge to make Christmas cookies this weekend - specifically those little cream cheese Christmas trees squeezed out of the cookie press and sprinkled with green sugar. These are strange cookies - they really don't taste like much, just a very delicate, faintly flavored sugar cookie, but they're addictive as hell. I've watched them cast their spell on the unwary - people who aren't big cookie eaters are lulled by the small, innocent little tree. It's not a big flashy cookie. It doesn't even have a very pronounced flavor. But it's pleasant, and there's something about it.... Then they go back for more, and more, and more. I think they trigger some sort of primal craving. I know they do for me. So if I make them I have to give them away promptly. I don't need them here.


Knitting - several inches of the new and improved multi-directional scarf with coffee this morning. That's it. Sorry I'm so boring. I do think I'm going to make a hat to match - I think the striping of the Kureyon would look great in a simple ribbed cap. I thought about a felted Bucket o' Chic, but truth be told, I'm not that thrilled with felted Kureyon - the texture is lovely, don't get me wrong, but it's not very sturdy when felted, and I'm afraid I'd end up with a droopy bucket. I don't think I could stand a droopy bucket.


And for all my bitchin' about the Silk Garden scarf I was working on at the KR retreat, I have worn it on a few dog walking mornings, and that thing really makes a difference. It could be softer, but it's warm and cosy with my not-very-warm leather jacket when the cold wind blows at 6 a.m.