Usually I try to be super speedy in getting my Yarn Along posts up on Wednesday mornings. I live on the west coast, and Ginny – who hosts Yarn Along on her blog Small Things – lives on the east coast, so when I wake up in the morning, Ginny’s Yarn Along post is usually up and running already. Usually I prepare my Yarn Along post on Tuesday, so on Wednesday I can just hit “publish” and be done. But yesterday I just couldn’t deal with it. I’m exhausted, and I am also struggling with the mental challenge of accepting the fact that my workaholism has once again reached pathological levels. I am absolutely incapable of keeping reasonable work hours. I can stay in bed and read all day, or I can devote every last second of my waking hours to work. I can’t seem to find a third option.
Knitting, of course, provides a nice respite from this angst every so often, and last weekend I cast on a pair of socks. I’m using Yankee Knitter’s basic sock pattern and a dark mauvey-pink lambswool-acrylic blend. So far, so good, although I don’t anticipate that I’ll have a lot of time to knit in my near future.
The book in the photo is Victor Davis Hanson’s The Father of us All: War and History, Ancient and Modern. It’s a very readable (though not well written – more on that when I review it) collection of essays on the relationships between historical wars and the classics of military history, with a focus on the ancient historians like Thucydides and Xenophon. Every so often I need to indulge my need to pretend that I’m a historian, and Hanson is providing my current fix.
So yeah, that’s what I’m doing on this foggy Wednesday afternoon: knitting pink socks and reading about war. Oh, and also contemplating the fact that my psyche seems consistently determined to confuse work for love. Yes, also that.
Oh, that confusion of work for love! It caused quite a bit of collateral damage in a family I know.