Today I had "a day". I hate when I have "days". Actually it was a fairly good day until the very end. But it's amazing that most of the time all it takes is one incident to remind you, to bring you crashing back to the reality, that nothing has changed. As much as you would like this year/month/week to be different, things are really the same as they always have been. Then it becomes a battle between shear will and total madness just to hang in there. And this is just day 6, people. 184 more to go...184 more to go... It's times like these that I'm really glad I took up knitting 5 years ago. It helps me maintain a little bit of my sanity. The problem with having a bad day (or morning, or afternoon, or evening, or whatever) is that it completely exhausts me and I don't feel like doing anything other than drinking a beer and knitting. Which is exactly what I did tonight. Since I can't show you what I'm knitting (still fearing it might turn out to be a dud) I'll show you something adorable I made this weekend. I took a two at a time magic loop sock knitting class with one of the ladies from the Atlanta Knitting Guild and she taught us how to make itty bitty booties to learn the technique.