Random Monday.

Good Day at Work. I feel appreciated and I'm using my brain. I'd so much rather be slightly fried at the end of the day than the alternative(s).

Why, Oh Why, do offices decide to do "Thanksgiving Feast" the day before Thanksgiving? This is, excuse me for saying so, blindingly stupid. Nobody needs to eat that meal two days in a row. Those of us who are cooking on Thursday really don't appreciate a sign-up sheet to bring shit on Wednesday. I'm thinking rolls from the Publix bakery.

Why, Oh Why, do I have to go to a fancy dress-up Christmas Party in (counting rapidly on fingers) like, 10 days? Do you know how many years it has been since I have been to a dress-up party? I don't even know what people wear to them. But I will dress up and attend, because it's work-related (it's good to be the client) and it'll probably be really fun, too. But I still don't know what to wear, and I will probably spend this weekend in shopping hell, trying to come up with something appropriate.

If I wake up early enough, I may do a freshly perked rant on "Working Outside the Home." It's a phrase that sets my teeth on edge - it did it when I was a working mom, it did it when I encountered it again when I was a conscripted Cancer Caregiver, because I was goddamn sure that men my age with dying wives weren't asked that question. Whoops, I feel the rant coming on - but I'll save it for tomorrow.

Knitting. I pulled that Softball Cotton out of the stash from hell, and thought it wanted to be a double-broken-rib, kinda thermal-looking blankie. And it said NO. It had to be feather and fan. But I think there is enough for two girlie blankies, and the second one will be that nice thermal ribby thing.

And what have I done with the money I received for the yarn I virtually garage sale-ed? I went to Cotton Clouds and bought more Softball Cotton. Blue for baby blankies. And blue-violet for a sweater for moi.