Twists of Fate

There are a ton of folks in Australia or New Zealand who are accepting donations of quilted squares, quilts, knitted items, and other things to help rebuild lives turned to ashes by the bush fires. Take a look at the site and if you’re moved to help, please do so.

Also know that the Red Cross is always taking donations, and Wildlife Victoria could use assistance dealing with all the animals injured or displaced by the same fires.

Spread the word if you haven’t already?

I have a head cold. It’s been looming for days, ever since I went to my niece’s first birthday party and was surrounded by teeny germ factories on legs. Seeing her mother beam at the teeny sweater that was not a germ factory (to the best of my knowledge) was worth it though. I hope to have a pic of it soon.

I can’t remember the last time I had a cold in my head, rather than my lungs. There was the winter where I separated some ribs from coughing so hard, which was different and, all told, kind of painful. This? With my head being so full and my right inner ear apparently either doing the backstroke or sommersaults? Is a curious floaty sensation. It’s very odd.

Though not entirely unpleasant. I suspect when the nose chapping kicks in and I look like some horrid mummy whose peeling nose looks like small bandages are making a break for it I’ll be singing an entirely different tune. But for now? (Exhaustion + stuffy head)fever = …curious detachment.

I finished a sock. Of course it’s on US 6s in worsted, but it’s one half of a pair and I cast on the other and got about ten rows in before I decided floaty and knitting didn’t work because I felt like a really large balloon on the end of a fairly small string.

In news of The Job Situation, I had two recruiter phone screens on Monday, which turned into something like half a dozen submittals, a phone interview on Tuesday, and a couple more submittals today. I asked my guides and guardian spirits to remove my fear of being tossed out in the street to live in a cardboard box at the full moon, and I think that helped because I no longer feel the gut clenching panic I was feeling right around the first of the month. When rent is due again in Feb and I don’t have it, that feeling may return, but for now? I think the germ factories (who are hard to resist when they give such enthusiastic smoochies) plus the insomnia and general lack of eating (today’s tally – a peanut butter sandwich, a cup of tea, and about six ounces of soup, but anything else will come right back up) have resulted in a cold, and who knows. Maybe it’s my guides way of saying, “Sit the fuck down while we work on other people so you can be smashing when it’s time to actually worry about shit, m’kay?”

If I owe you email I apologize…I am seriously out of it and have been for at least a week. Bleh. I find that I am too stuffed up and floaty to really care about much of anything. Except a small niggling concern that having a full blown crush on the hotness that is our new President could be a bit embarrassing. But I figure I’m one of millions of new fangirls and boys, and it’s nice to be in good company for once instead of on the fringes, yes?

Hoo boy. Maybe I’ll take my intarwebs fic via my Crackberry off to bed and stuff those tissue cones in my nose to stop the drips and ultimately conk out and wake tomorrow, late in the day.

Best. Plan. Evar.

I am pretty sure that I’m not really a fan of applied I-cord. It is killing my forearms, and I think it’s taking as long to do the border as it did to knit the entire rest of the body of this baby sweater. Bleh.

Tell me something that made you cheerful in the past few days? Mine was having my niece actually smooch me back when I gave her a kiss on the cheek today. She turns one on Inauguration Day. Not a bad birthday to have, you know? I hope to have some FO pics on here before then. :)