With the weekend all to myself, I am surprised at how quickly I have gone completely feral. I have studiously ignored ALL forms of housework. I have eaten nothing that required the use of dishes. I only left the house to buy ribbon for a sweater, and the latest issue of Interweave Knits. I had grand visions of lots of self-indulgent me-time activities, like bubble baths and recreational reading, and shaving my legs and drinking wine. Turns out all I wanted to do was work, snack, and sleep. Having made no attempt to maintain even minimum sanitation standards in my house, I find it much easier to fight the guilt if I just don't look up from my work.
I'm not completely alone, though. The Pets are keeping a diligent watch over me (as long as diligence includes napping) Here's my cast of supporting characters:
Paisley peeks around a corner to see if I have noticed yet that the CHILDREN ARE NOT HERE, and what am I, DUMB or something? She is highly agitated due to the irregularity of their absence, and as a result her nap schedule is in a complete state of disruption.
Not suffering from this problem are Hex and Jinx:
They barely opened their eyes for their photo opportunity, and are only dimly aware that they have me all to themselves. I realize that posting pictures of my cats on my blog is a totally Uber-Dweeb thing to do, but I hope to be forgiven this once, because they are only kittens and they are so CUUUUUUTE... Yeah, I know: I seriously need to knit less/leave the house more. Have mercy on my pitiful soul though; I lack a certain perspective, due to extended periods of sweater construction. We who are about to write a book salute you.
I completed the sibling sleeves, and presented them to my assistant for inspection:
She is not as enthusiastic a supporter of my work as I had hoped. Maybe if I wrapped the sleeves around a pork chop or something...
As much as I crave and relish time by myself, I realize that I may not be the type of person who should be left to my own devices too often. Lucky for me, Phillip and the smallies will be home this evening to regale me with tales of everything I missed at the lake. And I will tell them that however much I just want to be left alone sometimes, they are the only thing I have worth being awake for. Except, of course, for the Entourage.