A decent night of sleep does wonders

I knitted until I felt that my eyes could no longer hold themselves open. And then I went to sleep. I slept for nearly 10 hours. I feel much better today. Less tight in the chest. Less whiney, less self pity-ing. Yesterday I started drinking in the afternoon to untighten my chest. It didn’t really work, but it may have helped me sleep, so it served its function. I have this sense of impending doom, despite not having a legitimate reason for it. I’m just not used to being unemployed. Even when I’ve been unemployed in the past, I’ve always had something else going on. Babysitting for someone, volunteering for something, school, organizations, etc. Now, now there is nothing. I have nothing. The semester is over, I’m not in the Honor Society anymore, let alone running it. It’s just me, the Discovery Channel and knitting.

I will continue to knit until I find a job. I will knit until my fingers turn blue. I will knit and knit and knit and knit until I have enough things done that could qualify as ‘stock’ and then I will post them in my etsy.com store and hopefully start making money from that.

I have more than four large containers full of very nice, very expensive yarn that I have collected over the last two years. I am working through that yarn churning out dog sweaters (I’m on sweater number four in as many days) and soon, I will progress to things that people can wear too. But I am learning the basic anatomy of a sweater by making dog ones. Last night and today I’m working on a basic raglan baseball tee. I’m using Debbie Bliss Cotton DK so it should be nice and lightweight and soft.

Anyway, this afternoon Mike (DH to those not in the know.) and I are going to my cousins baseball game in North Las Vegas, and I think we might take Dixie with us. (Allie is in heat, so she doesn’t get to go outside, lest we end up with bastard puppies.) Tomorrow is Mothers Day, so I’m going to breakfast with my Grandma and then probably lunch or dinner with MIL Carolyn. I ought to buy some cards for all the mothers in my life.

Sadly, and this may be part of the reason I’ve been so down lately, I’m still not speaking to my own mother. I love her very very much but things just got….so wildly out of hand that I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I feel like an infant not speaking to her, but I just don’t know what to say.

Well, regardless of the cause, I’m tired of feeling like poo. So, I’m going to go make some more muffins, have a cup of coffee and get to knitting again until it’s time to go to the baseball game. Where I will continue to knit, and root for my cousin and have a merry time.

Pictures of finished dog sweaters and various other things when I get all the pictures of my inlaws trip to Mexico cleared off.

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