Overloaded

I feel rather like a juggler with a few too many balls up in the air. Things keep getting dropped and slipping past me this week. Given how busy and strange it's been at work and the whole emotional roller coaster re:mudslides it's not really all the surprising that my multi-tasking fu would be less than full strength. Add in a new commute schedule and looming sewing deadlines and it's no wonder I feel like crawling under my desk and hiding. Mostly, I want a nap. Getting up at 5:45 am bites. It's all dark and cold out, my bed is so nice and soft and warm, and the cat looks so pathetic when I leave, it's hard to get up the motivation to get going in the morning.

I called my parents last night and was able to talk to my mom for awhile and find out what was going on with my brother. I guess he was digging people out of a small slide that had closed part of the highway when the big slide came down, and ended up helping dig people out. He and his finance left some pretty scary messages on my parent's voice mail. The more Mom talked, the more freaked out I got. And of course, as usual, the person I most wanted to turn to was the last person I could (or should) call.

Anyhow, I finished my commute socks last night. I'm very pleased with how they came out and how easy it was to finish them! I'm actually looking forward to starting the next pair of socks. this morning I started a little skull cap thing, done in Lambs Pride with some gold rail-road yarn held along side. It ends up looking like the hat has sequins or beads all over it. A nice effect, and it should make a good gift if I don't end up keeping it for myself. I'll finish that either tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on traffic, which means I need to find yet another project tonight. Mittens sound like a really good idea. My hands get so cold when I'm walking to BART, gloves just don't cut it for some reason. A nice thick pair of mittens should be just the thing. And won't take more than a few commutes!