what a good good friday it is. being a godless heathen (my paternal grandmother was jewish but that doesnt count) i have no interest this weekend in all things religious (or anzac, which is a whole other blinding religion in this ridiculously sentimental nationalistic country). i dont mind the treats though:
i have a whole 10 days off work and i have plenty to do. normally i would be at the easter show with the flyball, but im not and i dont want to talk about that. i am home alone with ricco, and we have been a for a walk, and will go again, but right now hes busy eating yoghurt.
arent you sweetie?
ive opened the new coffee (i like south american coffees best):
i have some chores to do, washing, a bit of ‘spring’ cleaning, some social outings planned (thor tomorrow, the show on monday to see the travesty of the lace display, a knitting lunch on tuesday), some buffy to watch:
not all of them, just season six on the top. i think this is my favourite season: buffy and spike, ‘once more with feeling’, whats not to love?
i am not even going to think about work, and the paper i didnt get finished, even though its sitting here on my new little mini netbook (its red you know):
(ooh self-reflexive moment there). and then this time next week i will be packing for our annual LYS’s knitting retreat. can. not. wait. in the meantime i need to get a move on with some knitting. i want to knit these mittens to go with my cashmere hat but i think i will save them for camp. right now i need to finish at least one of this pair
and i still have a long way to go with greenfield:
but ive got 10 long luxurious days to do it in.
what will you be doing?