I love knitting. I love everything about it – the feel of yarn through my fingers, the texture of the needles in my hands, the fact that I can take one long piece of yarn and make something lovely and useful. I also really love the zen state that I get into when I knit. I have some of my most awesome ideas while knitting.
Take today for example. I’ve been having trouble with a website I want to work on. I needed to put some files into a test environment so I can manipulate them without disrupting service on our live site. Not ordinarily a problem, but for some reason Dreamweaver kept puking when I tried to move the files up to the server. This baffled me. My live site would move fine, the test site kept crashing the software. I rebooted my computer to see if that would help, but it didn’t. So I went to lunch and let it sit. While I was knitting on Mom’s sock it hit me – the space allocation on the live site is 4x that of the test site so of course it was puking, there was too much stuff to fit. Since I didn’t need all of those files to be able to do what I need to, I just deleted the extraneous stuff and now it works great.
I got the foot of the sock done today so I can turn the heel tonight. I might actually finish this sock quicker than I thought. The yarn is awesome and I’m back to using my favorite wooden needles, which I think makes a big difference. Anyway, I’m guessing I’ll finish by the end of the weekend, depending on how things with the kid turn out.
I did finally hear from the ex and we’re supposed to be picking her up from ice skating lessons Saturday morning at 11, assuming her foot feels better by then. Don’t ask – I didn’t want to know.
Josh is being Josh. Apparently he got in trouble yesterday afternoon for using his phone when he was supposed to be working, so he hasn’t been talking to me except on breaks. When I talked to him this morning he said that he’d save up all his conversation for lunch time. When lunch time came he of course had nothing to say. Typical. I’m trying not to let it get me down – really hoping I can manage to pull off another “really great in spite of your shit” day.
The website thing I need to work on should be fun, I’m just not sure I’m ready to tackle it this afternoon or not. I think it needs some good creativity and that usually happens in the morning. I may try making some notes on my whiteboard and plan, but I don’t think I’ll actually get to the coding this afternoon.
It’s just too fucking hot to really think. We’re in the middle of some kind of fucked up heatwave and the temp is supposed to get up to 104 today with a heat index of at least 108. I’m keeping my office cool with a big tower fan, but when I go out to smoke I damn near melt. I’m just really glad my jeep is in a covered parking structure during the day. I can’t imagine how awful the ride home would be if it was sitting out in the sun all day. I kind of feel bad for Josh – the Honda is dark grey with a dark grey leather interior and he just parks in a surface lot all day. And of course most of the time he forgets to put the sun shade in the windshield.
The mood is actually not too bad. I’m trying to figure out what I can do to keep myself (and my boss) happy the rest of the afternoon while not taxing my poor brain. I’m also thinking ahead to what I want to do after work tonight. That’s actually the trickier part. Josh and I usually spend about an hour together right after work – no electronics, just us. This is when we do most of our talking. Sometimes we have sex, sometimes not. I usually end up taking a shower with him after that, before dinner. I like this time together, it seems to be when we really connect with each other. The problem today is that I’m really in a “doing” mood, not a laying down, resting mood. I’ve got a million things I want to get done. Maybe I can get out of taking the shower with him tonight – I did that last night and he didn’t seem too upset. I used that time to get the lunches made and dinner preparations started. Guess we’ll just have to see how things go.
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