It's not that I haven't been doing anything, fibre-wise. My production, such as it is, has maintained a fairly consistent pace (i.e. plenty of planning, not a lot of finished objects -- but that's totally normal; I am, after all, Queen of the Pre-Process Knitters). It might even be up a tad.
And I certainly can't claim to be too busy to blog. I am still unemployed. Every day is Sunday, as my uncle says.
Which is the real issue. Well, how my current situation affects my mood, to be accurate. Cards on the table: Piggy suffers from dysthymia, punctuated, at times like these, but bouts of more severe depression. That's what the shrink, bless her, tells me. Basically, I'm a moody broad.
Anyhoo. My employment insurance is about to run out. I'm broke. And I've been feeling like I've been neck-deep in mud. And not the warm, mineral-laden stuff one bathes in while listening to new-age music before receiving an hour of shiatsu at the spa. And I'm scared.
But enough of the bitching. I have a plan. It isn't something I would have predicted, but I've thought about it a lot over the past month, and, after consulting with several people (including the aforementioned medical professional), I'm reasonably confident it isn't 100% bat-shit crazy. So I'm trying to drag myself through the mud to get the ball rolling. (Yes, it is indeed possible to be excited about something, to really want it, and yet be reluctant to do what is required to get it.)
And hopefully things will get back to normal here on the blog soon. For now, I'll leave you with a picture taken last weekend as I drove across the Granville Street Bridge on the way home from a yarn sale. (More on that later. Hopefully not much later.)
How cheesy is that? ;-)