2:00 a.m. Woke up, partly because husband had to get up to go to work (I know, crazy) and partly because I was still jonesing from spinning at the lovely Claudia's fabulous fiber party. Stop laughing RIGHT.NOW. Got out of bed and looked at pretty pictures of Lendrums on the Internet. Some people look at porn, other people look at spinning wheels. Google, I beg you to release my search requests to the government.
4:00 a.m. Fell back asleep after reading Vogue. Odd fact about me: I have subscribed to Vogue for decades, even though I am so laughably not Vogue. I can explain this. They used to be all about arts, culture and politics, which was interesting. Recently, however, they've become all about the clothes, which is boring. It's like the magazine went from being intelligent dinner party conversation to being a gaggle of high-schoolers giggling about prom dresses. I ended my subscription, but they keep sending it to me anyway. So now, since I ran out of Ambien (fyi, really does work like a dream), I use Vogue as a sleep aid.
8:00 a.m. Woke up and it was snowing like a bastard. I rolled out of bed, threw on some sweats (you know, 'cause homemade fleece sweatpants and Merrills are so Vogue) and went to work. I was so excited about the snow I took my cross-country skis with me, in hopes of hitting the trails after work. Damn snow turned to rain.
::all day long:: chatted incessantly via email with knitters and spinners, sorting out everything that had happened on Sunday. It was so great to see everyone and meet new faces.
2:30 p.m. Thought to myself, thank god my work day's almost over. I can go home and start spinning up that yellow and orange roving. Maybe I can process some of Cate and Maggie's advice and figure out the long draw. By the way, sincere and heartfelt thanks for all the help, you guys. And Cate, thank you for letting me spin on your wheel.
3:00 p.m. Boss rolls in, actually wants to do some billing (to be fair, he was out snowplowing much of the morning, then he had lunch with his family, because this is the only time of year he gets to see them during daylight). I still can't get him to do the estimates our customers are waiting for. Slacking off is officially mandated around here; the orders come straight from the top.
3:15 p.m. Boss rolls back out, destination unknown. I start blogging (the billing can wait a little longer). Another forty-five minutes or so and I can hit the wheel!
3:30 p.m. The phone actually rings, for the first time today. But who, you ask? Who else? Telemarketer.
4:00 p.m. Boss and I play phone-and-radio-tag for fifteen minutes, trying to find out what's wrong with his cellphone, which he dropped in a puddle. But the good news is he says I can leave. Odette, here I come!